[ hien is the world's hardest working omega and for what… not him fighting both the heat mechanic and second-hand oripathy.
Still, it is funny how they were in this exact position not too long ago, yet the tone now couldn't be more different. ]
Something like that. [ His voice comes out a little distant, with measured breaths in and out. How he feels now is directly reflected in Hien, and somehow, that's the only thing that's grounding him, chest rising in staccato bursts he struggles to steady. ] … Sorry. I'm always the one owing you.
[ somehow, this pang is more poignant than any other that's come before—visceral, almost hopeless. ]
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Still, it is funny how they were in this exact position not too long ago, yet the tone now couldn't be more different. ]
Something like that. [ His voice comes out a little distant, with measured breaths in and out. How he feels now is directly reflected in Hien, and somehow, that's the only thing that's grounding him, chest rising in staccato bursts he struggles to steady. ] … Sorry. I'm always the one owing you.
[ somehow, this pang is more poignant than any other that's come before—visceral, almost hopeless. ]