[ He rolls his head so he can watch her, one hand drifting to her wrist to give it an absent rub of the thumb. His scars affect more than just him, it seems... though he should've known from the start. Each kiss leaves him a little more warm and content until his gaze is half-lidded, the occasional brush of her lips sending a little shiver through him.
After a long moment, he speaks quietly. ]
I'm a better person for having met you, Noire. I'm happy you're here... and by my side.
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After a long moment, he speaks quietly. ]
I'm a better person for having met you, Noire. I'm happy you're here... and by my side.