[Finnick repeats a set of words. Maybe it's just wishful thinking when Eren pictures what they might be. It doesn't matter. He feels a weight has been lifted, even if only momentarily, from his shoulders; it's a rare feeling, unfamiliar.
[He pours himself into another kiss, and that's what he intends to continue doing - touch him, taste him, be as close to him as possible while his heart still feels like bursting. There's a freedom to this.]
[Finnick realizes that Eren's name probably sounds the same to him now as before, so he periodically whispers it between kisses, holding him close, trying to ensure there's no doubt his partner's mind how Finnick feels about him.
No matter what Eren said with words, Finnick feels loved. That feeling is all that exists here in this dark, warm little world they've created.]
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; n ; we can probably wrap here
[He pours himself into another kiss, and that's what he intends to continue doing - touch him, taste him, be as close to him as possible while his heart still feels like bursting. There's a freedom to this.]
ok! bookend
No matter what Eren said with words, Finnick feels loved. That feeling is all that exists here in this dark, warm little world they've created.]