When you're in his arms it's like afternoon sunshine. It's warm, and escapes your grasp and only lasts for so long. It makes you feel whole.
And you tell him this, you say with no uncertainty that it's one of your favorite things – you have always been brutally honest with him, Roxas, no matter how much it hurts. And he says to you, "Roxas," he says. "I know." Because he doesn't need any ego inflation anyway, but you just like to tell him sometimes how much you like being around him and how much you've wished you had him all your life and how much you wish it was just the two of you, all the time and all of those things he knows, too.
But he tells you things you don't quite understand, like, "You make my life worth living, and it'll be sad when you realize my heart is in your hands," and "I've never met someone with more god-damned heart than you, buddy," but you ignore this and just take in the taste of his lips when he lets you (which is more often than you need to, really) and you just look at him.
He says his favorite thing is when you smile, which makes you blush lightly, but you say that you can honestly, from experience, tell him that that is not his favorite thing that you do for him.
Which makes him blush and laugh and say that it's up there on the list, though. And he says that he wishes you smiled more, and you apologize for not meeting his standards, as you do when you're being curtly sarcastic like you do sometimes.
And he forgives you, as always, and says he'll lower his standards for someone as great as you.
And you smile for him, because he tells you, "When you're in my arms, it feels like afternoon sunshine…" and holds you close as he whispers the last bit in your ear, "and it makes me feel whole."- - - - - - - -
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happy shit.
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