[ even though jean has always understood, has always been graceful, has always taken his time with dolph even when it was painful, this moment of acceptance hits him straight in the chest and his breathing stops short. his eye even stings, overcome.
because saying mine and not being shot down . . . when has that ever been true?
his shoulders shake momentarily as dolph bows his head at the weight of it. no, the freedom of it that has stolen his senses. he brings jean's hands up and presses a kiss to his knuckles before pressing them close to his heart. there's more he wants to say but his throat's all choked up. so he can only manage. ]
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because saying mine and not being shot down . . . when has that ever been true?
his shoulders shake momentarily as dolph bows his head at the weight of it. no, the freedom of it that has stolen his senses. he brings jean's hands up and presses a kiss to his knuckles before pressing them close to his heart. there's more he wants to say but his throat's all choked up. so he can only manage. ]
I'll find it. But you are — You are all my love.