[That she pulls back after all that sort of kills him. Logically he knew she would. They're here together to do something, to discover something, not to make out. It's just — when she's kissing him, it's hard to care about anything else. Her tongue brushes his lip and then she's pulling away, and he whines, actually whines.]
[At least she doesn't go far. At least he thinks he can still feel her heartbeat in the space between them. Brows furrowed in kiss-addled confusion, he looks at her and tries to decipher what she's saying. First date, first kiss. Her first kiss.]
[Does he remember?]
[Closing his eyes against the world, he leans his forehead against hers and breathes in. Remembers something, the shapes around the reality, then a moment in time; the world around it blurs, doesn't exist, a fog in a vast and empty world. But they're there, the two of them, curled towards each other on a blanket. He remembers thinking about her all night, how cute she was, how happy he was to be next to her — and then she gave him that, out of nowhere. Words in rows, all about him. About them.]
[His eyes open again, but only halfway, only to take in the sight of her again.]
. . . Yeah. You really got me, huh? Nobody ever said anything like that about me before.
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[At least she doesn't go far. At least he thinks he can still feel her heartbeat in the space between them. Brows furrowed in kiss-addled confusion, he looks at her and tries to decipher what she's saying. First date, first kiss. Her first kiss.]
[Does he remember?]
[Closing his eyes against the world, he leans his forehead against hers and breathes in. Remembers something, the shapes around the reality, then a moment in time; the world around it blurs, doesn't exist, a fog in a vast and empty world. But they're there, the two of them, curled towards each other on a blanket. He remembers thinking about her all night, how cute she was, how happy he was to be next to her — and then she gave him that, out of nowhere. Words in rows, all about him. About them.]
[His eyes open again, but only halfway, only to take in the sight of her again.]
. . . Yeah. You really got me, huh? Nobody ever said anything like that about me before.
[A beat; a breath.]
I really love you, Sayori.