[ His fingers grip the back of his neck reflexively, shivering underneath him at the press of his lips at his throat. His heart flutters in his chest, skin growing warm. It takes considerable focus on his part to keep up with their discussion instead of letting his thoughts stray as they're prone to when they get like this. ]

They weren't for me. [ He breathes through his mouth, tipping his head to the side to give him more room. ] They were for you. So, you know... it belongs to you too.

[ Shouto thought about it long after they made up, singularly aware that Allen had never taken back his words. They apologized, and life returned to what it had been, but it wasn't. Not for him because now he knew. He'd never forgotten how serious Allen had been. How he'd believed his own words.

Shouto knew what it felt like to have a home that wasn't a home. To live in a space that belonged to someone else. Who, at any moment, might come barging in with threats and demands. And while, he knew he would never do that, what assurances did Allen have? ]

So, you know you have a right to it too.