[Against Red's chest, a loud snort of laughter erupts, Blue's shoulders shaking as the memory bubbles into mind from his own perspective. He'd seriously thought he'd be in big trouble, that Red's mom was going to forbid them from playing again-- when in reality, the rock had hardly left a lump.]
[Blue lifts his head again, this time wearing a wide and sheepish grin, and scoots up so that he can press his lips to Red's. I love you, he thinks, again and again, a hand slipping under the blankets to lace fingers with Red's.]
[No one else could make him feel like this- safe, wanted, a better person. He had to be better, for Red.]
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[Blue lifts his head again, this time wearing a wide and sheepish grin, and scoots up so that he can press his lips to Red's. I love you, he thinks, again and again, a hand slipping under the blankets to lace fingers with Red's.]
[No one else could make him feel like this- safe, wanted, a better person. He had to be better, for Red.]