[ He looks over at Dimitri, taking in his furrowed brow and smiling despite himself. It's an almost bittersweet smile, like he knows that he's holding onto something that'll soon slip from his grasp.
Which... Makes no sense. They've only just started dating. ]
Want me to kiss it better?
[ He shifts onto his side, pressing a hand to Dimitri's cheek, letting his thumb stroke over his cheekbone. It's both familiar and foreign, and he almost feels like he's overstepping, but he doesn't draw away.
Instead, he just pulls closer, pressing his forehead to Dimitri's and relaxing. ]
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[ He looks over at Dimitri, taking in his furrowed brow and smiling despite himself. It's an almost bittersweet smile, like he knows that he's holding onto something that'll soon slip from his grasp.
Which... Makes no sense. They've only just started dating. ]
Want me to kiss it better?
[ He shifts onto his side, pressing a hand to Dimitri's cheek, letting his thumb stroke over his cheekbone. It's both familiar and foreign, and he almost feels like he's overstepping, but he doesn't draw away.
Instead, he just pulls closer, pressing his forehead to Dimitri's and relaxing. ]