[ His eyes fall shut, mouth curving into a barely-there smile, accepting the kiss and the warmth it imparts. They open when he hears the shuffle of papers, and his gaze falls to what he's doing. The smile fades, but quickly twists into acute curiosity when he's pulled down.
Shouto holds Allen's gaze, assessing in that quiet way of his, trying to pinpoint what he means by that because there's only one answer he would ever give. ]
Yes.
[ He says, eyes glittering with confidence for the first time. This at least, he understands - his own feelings. Without waiting for another prompt, Shouto does just that, curving an arm around his lower spine and easily lifting him to his chest, though adds: ]
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Shouto holds Allen's gaze, assessing in that quiet way of his, trying to pinpoint what he means by that because there's only one answer he would ever give. ]
Yes.
[ He says, eyes glittering with confidence for the first time. This at least, he understands - his own feelings. Without waiting for another prompt, Shouto does just that, curving an arm around his lower spine and easily lifting him to his chest, though adds: ]
Is this okay?