[It's different this time. Dramatically different, in fact. Before when Polnareff looked at him like that, it didn't feel right and it didn't feel good. All Bruno could feel was an overwhelming amount of guilt and regret beginning to settle in as he had to try and figure out a way to put some distance between the two of them. Now they're so close together and Bruno rests so comfortably against Polnareff that he can feel every breath he takes and nearly every little tensing of muscle when it happens. He doesn't want to be anywhere else right now.]
[Bruno hums thoughtfully before he gives him gioia mia, cucciolo, and bello with a kiss between each and their translation in French.]
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[Bruno hums thoughtfully before he gives him gioia mia, cucciolo, and bello with a kiss between each and their translation in French.]
Think you can remember all of that?