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he doesn't go hiding in on himself. that is until he shifts forward to where mirio is sitting, head dropping towards his chest. he's quiet. or maybe he just can't really hear himself too well over the sound of his own heart. ) i think that .. you help me be brave.
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huh ? ( exactly ? what does that even mean ? but tamaki trusts mirio enough that he waits before drawing any immediate conclusion. the only noise that comes from him during the blond's explanation is a quiet hitch of breath in response to that other hand
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( brows raise slightly as he listens to the other ramble on about all the things that he somehow deems enough of a counterargument. though he lets him speak at first, he's quick to interrupt once he's heard enough. ) exactly.
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drawing near. he says a bunch of things tamaki would never say or even think about himself, said with a tone so warm and honest and posed in a way that makes it hard to believe anything different. he worries at his bottom lip for a long moment. by some miracle,
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