[Hizumi has no answer for that, not verbally at least. Instead he continues to hold Ayumu close, running one hand through the other's hair up until he draws back briefly, but only that before he's peppering Ayumu's face with kisses, salty tears on his lips, the dampness of their cheeks mingling from proximity. It's only after all this that he finally speaks again, a bit more together, voice still thick but spreading with genuine warmth.]
You'd have to get rid of me before I ever left you.
[The words are murmured as he rests his forehead against Ayumu's. Two sides of the same coin, two halves of a whole - for some, words like that were mere sentiment, but the pain of that loss only served to prove how true they were.]
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You'd have to get rid of me before I ever left you.
[The words are murmured as he rests his forehead against Ayumu's. Two sides of the same coin, two halves of a whole - for some, words like that were mere sentiment, but the pain of that loss only served to prove how true they were.]