[For a conversation that ultimately ended with deciding not to take action, it feels like they've taken an important step together all the same. His own heart flutters in his chest as Poe leans into the kiss, making Ranpo reluctant to pull back. But when he does, it's with his hand on Poe's cheek, and a look on his face that's practically covered in adoration.]
[Ah, to be regarded with such naked affection. It's like flying high with no worries at all. Thus love is a terrible affliction that Poe has come to crave. He gently cups the hand laying on his cheek like it's something precious- because it is.]
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I love you, Edgar.
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I love you too, Ranpo.
/tucks this in