[He knows he's getting what he wants already, please. He probably doesn't deserve it after being a jerk for so long, but he's not going to say no now. Maybe he'll suggest they do what Reim wants next time, and he'll only complain a little.
But he settles in easily, combing his fingers through his hair to fix the space Reim had leaned into. He'd assumed they'd already moved on from thinking about this - and was wracking his brain of something else to talk about - so when Reim speaks up, he turns his head with raised brows.]
Mmm? You're still on that? You mean the world and more to me, Reim. You won't win. [it's not a competition]
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But he settles in easily, combing his fingers through his hair to fix the space Reim had leaned into. He'd assumed they'd already moved on from thinking about this - and was wracking his brain of something else to talk about - so when Reim speaks up, he turns his head with raised brows.]
Mmm? You're still on that? You mean the world and more to me, Reim. You won't win. [it's not a competition]