[He wonders, vaguely, how much he can get away with while they're cuddled up together like this. What will happen if his hand wanders — not because he's really that interested in heating things up between them, not while he's comfortable and drowsy, but because he still doesn't quite know where the line is between okay and not.
Kakyoin said he loved him.
Emboldened by that knowledge, and solely by that notion, he nudges his hand to rest against Kakyoin's hip, pressed against the little hollow just above the jut of the bone.]
Can't you just say something like, "I missed you too, Jojo"?
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[He wonders, vaguely, how much he can get away with while they're cuddled up together like this. What will happen if his hand wanders — not because he's really that interested in heating things up between them, not while he's comfortable and drowsy, but because he still doesn't quite know where the line is between okay and not.
Kakyoin said he loved him.
Emboldened by that knowledge, and solely by that notion, he nudges his hand to rest against Kakyoin's hip, pressed against the little hollow just above the jut of the bone.]
Can't you just say something like, "I missed you too, Jojo"?