[He says it quickly, his heart leaping into his throat. The last thing, the very last thing, that he wants is for Bruno to think he has to share Polnareff in some way. That he in any way comes in second, or that he's somehow lesser, or-- god, or anything.
But . . . that's not what he's saying. He's not saying it's all right that Polnareff somehow prioritizes Abdul, or loves Bruno less. Just that it's all right that his heart is, in some minor way, torn in two.
He still feels guilty. But Polnareff swallows and scoots closer, pressing their foreheads together.]
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[He says it quickly, his heart leaping into his throat. The last thing, the very last thing, that he wants is for Bruno to think he has to share Polnareff in some way. That he in any way comes in second, or that he's somehow lesser, or-- god, or anything.
But . . . that's not what he's saying. He's not saying it's all right that Polnareff somehow prioritizes Abdul, or loves Bruno less. Just that it's all right that his heart is, in some minor way, torn in two.
He still feels guilty. But Polnareff swallows and scoots closer, pressing their foreheads together.]
I love you.