happiness purring in his chest, warm like an engine, he rests his chin on aether's head.
β oh. β
one armβ then anotherβ flops over his shoulders in a sort of hug.
β can i watch? β
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As it is when in the presence of Bennettβs infectious energy (Aether would insist,) he instantly smiles, eyes focused on his hands.
βWoodcarving. Just something small.β
Leans back into his chest.
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+ he breathes, using his nose to nuzzle the space at the base of aether's neck.
β 'n' i'm going to make it up to you. right after i sleep for three days... β
aether's going to have to carry him then, because all that grief and exhaustion has finally caught up. but he can hear the smile in aether's voice and, tightening his side of the hug, he wills himself to pretend that the clock isn't ticking.
β i missed you so much. β +
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Are you kidding? I was about to drag you back to my room myself.
[ Bennett's heart is on his sleeve - always. But excitement and the bursting warmth in Aether's chest has him blinded to the tells.
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