[Sinclair blushes, and even if Oria can't see it, he's smiling warmly. His heart feels full to burst, and he presses their foreheads together. His throat feels tight for a moment, overwhelmed with every thing he's feeling, everything he wants to say]
I...I'm so glad. I'm always so happy with you. Safe. [Bumping their noses together in an eskimo kiss. Ah] I want everything for you.
[It's not something he can say aloud; but after the way his family had died, he had believed for so long he didn't deserve to be happy. That everything afterwards was punishment and atonement. So to have Oria, to have this, to have the ability to make Oria feel this way...it means the world]
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I...I'm so glad. I'm always so happy with you. Safe. [Bumping their noses together in an eskimo kiss. Ah] I want everything for you.
[It's not something he can say aloud; but after the way his family had died, he had believed for so long he didn't deserve to be happy. That everything afterwards was punishment and atonement. So to have Oria, to have this, to have the ability to make Oria feel this way...it means the world]