[He brings his free hand to brush Ryuutaro's bangs away, exposing his forehead to plant a kiss on it. He holds it there for a moment, and nuzzles against Ryuutaro's head again.]
Don't get used to it. Once you do, you get bitter and cynical, and then you don't smile the same.
[He moves his hand to cup Ryuutaro's cheek and stroke it with his thumb. He loved Ryuutaro too much to let him get jaded. That was why Hayato had to be the one to die, and he would do it a hundred more times if it meant Ryuutaro could keep even the smallest bit of his innocence.]
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[He brings his free hand to brush Ryuutaro's bangs away, exposing his forehead to plant a kiss on it. He holds it there for a moment, and nuzzles against Ryuutaro's head again.]
Don't get used to it. Once you do, you get bitter and cynical, and then you don't smile the same.
[He moves his hand to cup Ryuutaro's cheek and stroke it with his thumb. He loved Ryuutaro too much to let him get jaded. That was why Hayato had to be the one to die, and he would do it a hundred more times if it meant Ryuutaro could keep even the smallest bit of his innocence.]