[ What started as a moment of grief in Yusuke's arms eases as time winds on. Less fraught, less labored breathing, dangerous heat receding but staying high in his face, embarrassed at how much he needs the contact. But he has to allow it and the silent admission of how not-okay he is, the very-okay fact of Yusuke's affection wrapped all around him and quite literally holding him together. ]
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I know. 'M sorry for making you wait for me.