[There's a moment of: oh no, we have to tell Bruno that we're boyfriends, officially, I don't want to do that, I really don't want to do that, that's the last thing I want to do, what if I went to live in the ocean instead-- but then.]
[But then. Then Fugo says it. And he's really not worried about anything anymore.]
[That, he thinks faintly, is enough of the not-kissing nonsense.]
Fugo, [he says, low and insistent,] I love you.
[And he leans up a little, closes the space between them, and kisses him. He won't get distracted. He promises himself, even as he sighs and pulls Fugo a little closer with arms around his waist, that he won't get too distracted. It's just--this is important. This is a moment that, he's pretty sure, deserves a kiss.]
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[But then. Then Fugo says it. And he's really not worried about anything anymore.]
[That, he thinks faintly, is enough of the not-kissing nonsense.]
Fugo, [he says, low and insistent,] I love you.
[And he leans up a little, closes the space between them, and kisses him. He won't get distracted. He promises himself, even as he sighs and pulls Fugo a little closer with arms around his waist, that he won't get too distracted. It's just--this is important. This is a moment that, he's pretty sure, deserves a kiss.]