[The look on Luke's face is contagious, and Ion laughs, too, soft and serene.]
It made me happy. I never questioned how important we were to each other, but...still, to hear you say things about me that I feel about you, as well...
[He looks down at their joined hands. His own, pale and small, are so warm inside of Luke's.]
[Genuinely elated, he huffs happily, cheeks coloured with emotion, the excitement finally setting in.]
I wish you would've told me on day one! [He laughs again, realising something.] And I picked you out of everyone!
[The anger, adrenaline, shock, and confusion of mere minutes before seem like a distant dream. Here and now, with Ion, it's the happiest he's been since he was brought to the game.]
So that's what you meant by divine intervention, huh? [He grins, clearly tickled at the idea now that he understands the meaning a little more.] Maybe that's just the... proof of how strong our friendship is, or something like that!
[beat;]
Or fonons. Could be fonons.
[He's half-making an attempt at a joke! Still...]
But artes don't work here, so... probably just us. [the friendship thing.]
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It made me happy. I never questioned how important we were to each other, but...still, to hear you say things about me that I feel about you, as well...
[He looks down at their joined hands. His own, pale and small, are so warm inside of Luke's.]
I've thought about you every day.
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I wish you would've told me on day one! [He laughs again, realising something.] And I picked you out of everyone!
[The anger, adrenaline, shock, and confusion of mere minutes before seem like a distant dream. Here and now, with Ion, it's the happiest he's been since he was brought to the game.]
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[The last three weeks would have been very, very different, that's for sure. Ion can't stop his face from lighting up, his pale cheeks warming.]
When you did--I'd never been so relieved. It's like some part of us knew just how to call out for each other, don't you think?
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[beat;]
Or fonons. Could be fonons.
[He's half-making an attempt at a joke! Still...]
But artes don't work here, so... probably just us. [the friendship thing.]