[It's true, this isn't entirely natural. Even with the comfort he's taking from it, he realizes that. There are so many rules they're meant to be following, rules to do with age and seniority and position, rules that cross over and contradict each other. Those rules make this kind of thing difficult, almost impossible.]
[But so few things that are worth it are easy. He's worked so hard, and for so long, to bend the rules to his own whims. Now that he's in a place where he can remake the rules exactly as he likes them, he's still bending under the weight of standards that should no longer apply to him.]
[No more of that. Bruno's arm around him feels like it's supposed to be there. He won't allow himself to second-guess that. He won't allow himself to second-guess the words, either; Bruno would never, ever lie to him. Not in a million lifetimes.]
[Instead, he just exhales slowly and shakily and nods, with his cheek pressed lightly against Bruno's shoulder.]
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[But so few things that are worth it are easy. He's worked so hard, and for so long, to bend the rules to his own whims. Now that he's in a place where he can remake the rules exactly as he likes them, he's still bending under the weight of standards that should no longer apply to him.]
[No more of that. Bruno's arm around him feels like it's supposed to be there. He won't allow himself to second-guess that. He won't allow himself to second-guess the words, either; Bruno would never, ever lie to him. Not in a million lifetimes.]
[Instead, he just exhales slowly and shakily and nods, with his cheek pressed lightly against Bruno's shoulder.]
Lo so che è. So che lo farà.