[He doesn't know, exactly, but that kiss feels nice. Polnareff twists, tucking his face into the crook of Bruno's neck. His skin is still damp from the shower, and Polnareff sighs as he closes his eyes.
The thoughts are still chaotic, snatches of words and garbled sentences. But they're starting to sharpen, and Polnareff's eyes close as he tries to focus.]
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[He doesn't know, exactly, but that kiss feels nice. Polnareff twists, tucking his face into the crook of Bruno's neck. His skin is still damp from the shower, and Polnareff sighs as he closes his eyes.
The thoughts are still chaotic, snatches of words and garbled sentences. But they're starting to sharpen, and Polnareff's eyes close as he tries to focus.]
Maybe I'm getting sick or something . . .