[Mikal lets out a sob, so, so quiet, when Andyr kisses him, and he tightens his grip on Andyr, holds him as closely as he can, presses his cheek to Andyr's.]
You're an idiot.
[But he clutches Andyr desperately, threads his hand in Andyr's hair and holds him like he's an anchor, like they're the only things keeping each other from falling to pieces in the midst of the tornado.]
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You're an idiot.
[But he clutches Andyr desperately, threads his hand in Andyr's hair and holds him like he's an anchor, like they're the only things keeping each other from falling to pieces in the midst of the tornado.]