[It's fine, because Break doesn't really want to go anywhere now that they're like this. All this time avoiding anything sincere, reserving touching to just teasing, and all it's done has left him a cold and confused mess. He makes a noncommittal noise in reply, standing up on his tip toes to bury his face in the crook of his neck.]
... You're too tall. [He finally mutters, muffled by this place he's chosen. Truly, Reim has won against his intense need to self depreciate. It's a feat.]
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... You're too tall. [He finally mutters, muffled by this place he's chosen. Truly, Reim has won against his intense need to self depreciate. It's a feat.]