[Bruno has to close his eyes for the brief second when Polnareff moves closer to him. He opens his eyes and looks at Polnareff by the time he's settled that close. Bruno is tense now that Polnareff is closer. The physical distance between the two of them is so small and there's nowhere to go, but part of him still wants to get away. And he says I like you and Bruno can feel his heart rise up into his throat, and then he can't decide if he wants to pull away or stay here forever.]
[He listens to what Polnareff is saying, and he has arguments against all of it, some of which come before it's even left Polnareff's mouth. But he's also listening to the cadence of Polnareff's voice and he can feel the warmth of him this close. And all he can see are blue eyes that let the arguments become so weak that they crumble into dust to be carried off by the breeze. Slowly, Bruno's grip on his hands relax as Polnareff is speaking until they let go of one another. Polnareff stops speaking again and Bruno quietly lets go of a breath he didn't realize he was holding.]
[His hand moves from his lap to Polnareff's cheek, and for a moment, he thinks that's all he needs. He just needs the warmth of Polnareff's skin under his fingertips just one time. But he doesn't takes his fingers away and they instead move to cup Polnareff's cheek in his hand, and he watches them as they do so for a brief second before he meets Polnareff's eyes again. He doesn't hold eye contact long with Polnareff, however, his gaze dropping down to his lips. Bruno hesitates twice. He hesitates first to lean in closer, and then he hesitates again just before their lips meet.]
[It still feels like a bad idea. Nothing Polnareff can say or do will change that feeling, and Bruno feels like he should move away. But... But if this can be just for the moment... If Polnareff can promise him this moment.]
[Bruno closes the distance, pressing their lips together.]
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[He listens to what Polnareff is saying, and he has arguments against all of it, some of which come before it's even left Polnareff's mouth. But he's also listening to the cadence of Polnareff's voice and he can feel the warmth of him this close. And all he can see are blue eyes that let the arguments become so weak that they crumble into dust to be carried off by the breeze. Slowly, Bruno's grip on his hands relax as Polnareff is speaking until they let go of one another. Polnareff stops speaking again and Bruno quietly lets go of a breath he didn't realize he was holding.]
[His hand moves from his lap to Polnareff's cheek, and for a moment, he thinks that's all he needs. He just needs the warmth of Polnareff's skin under his fingertips just one time. But he doesn't takes his fingers away and they instead move to cup Polnareff's cheek in his hand, and he watches them as they do so for a brief second before he meets Polnareff's eyes again. He doesn't hold eye contact long with Polnareff, however, his gaze dropping down to his lips. Bruno hesitates twice. He hesitates first to lean in closer, and then he hesitates again just before their lips meet.]
[It still feels like a bad idea. Nothing Polnareff can say or do will change that feeling, and Bruno feels like he should move away. But... But if this can be just for the moment... If Polnareff can promise him this moment.]
[Bruno closes the distance, pressing their lips together.]