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Kyle POV
I didn't know what to do...or even think. It was like I was in some crappy romance movie and the fucker was on pause.
The only thing that broke the tension was Christophe's normally dull and lifeless eyes sparkling with something I was afriad to name...Something that I recognized as what I had always wanted to see in my own parent's eyes...
Pride and...love...
"I like eet..." It was almost a whisper, but I caught it, and it made me happier than I've been in a long time...
How was it that someone I barely knew...could in this single moment...give me everything I've always wanted?
As stupid as it was, I found myself blinking back tears. Last thing I wanted was for him to start laughing at me...
But of course, he saw anyway, frowning.
"Kyle? Vhat is ze matter?"
I shook my head, my curls flying everywhere from the force of it. "Nothing...Just...No one's ever thought my hair was nice enough to...be liked," I laughed off.
He didn't think it was so funny though and I nearly flinched as I felt his hand on my face, only to simply have his thumb carefully run across the bottom of my lashes and successfully catching my hidden tears.
I blushed darkly out of shame and embarrassment, afraid to look at him, and instead looking at the floor of his van.
"Kyle...Please look at me,"
I bit my lip weakly before slowly looking up.
"Kyle, I know zhat you're upset. Please don't bozher denying eet..." I wanted to protest, but I held it back, kinda curious to see what he had to say. "I 'ope zhat maybe at some point you can tell me vhy or vhat exactly eet vas zhat causes you so much pain...but I von't pry, okay?"
I smiled weakly, nodding.
He laughed at this. "My, my...Is ze very opinionated Kyle Brovslofski speachless?"
I couldn't help it...I had to laugh at that.
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