[ He's undone, more than a little, by the show of gentleness, of sweetness. Junpei's mouth tastes like sleep and softness. Abruptly, he wants that, even if it doesn't fix anything. Even if all it does is give them both a reason to stay. He leans into Junpei's touch, tips his head forward to meet his brow and feels his breaths against his mouth, blurring his world into vague shadows.
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Quietly, barely a whisper: ]
Okay. Yes.