[The thing in his gut goes again; twists sharp in a way that doesn’t feel like jealousy. It feels frighteningly like longing, like a fragile dichotomy between that and happiness. He’s just getting used to happiness, too, and the longing throws him.
It’s probably not fine, after all. Still, he keeps his grin.]
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It’s probably not fine, after all. Still, he keeps his grin.]
Careful, that’s a lot of big moves at once.