He recognizes them of course, and the bits of memory tangled in with them that show up in flashes that wouldn't make a full picture except K was there.
He's... touched that it meant that much to Jesus. That he does. It's a new feeling for him and he sinks into it, sinks into the kiss, soaking it up while he has it.
There is, after all, no telling how long they'll last.
His thoughts are images again: K's smile when they first wake in the morning, the way he concentrates when photographing a leaf in the snow, the taste of tobacco on his lips. There's just a vague sense of happiness and warmth, and he breaks the kiss with a self conscious chuckle.
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Date: 2023-01-22 09:20 pm (UTC)Don't ever think I don't want you.
Words K told him once, words that have lasted.
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Date: 2023-01-24 04:35 am (UTC)He's... touched that it meant that much to Jesus. That he does. It's a new feeling for him and he sinks into it, sinks into the kiss, soaking it up while he has it.
There is, after all, no telling how long they'll last.
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Date: 2023-01-24 04:41 pm (UTC)it scares me how safe I feel with you.