[He manages a laugh at that. Tsuyu is a tree after all, in the end. But thinking he's loved that much as weird as it is makes him feel worlds better, and he's relaxing in the spirit's arms bit by bit, soaking up the warmth. This? This feels like home. It feels stable and comfortable and safe, and he can feel tension seeping out of his shoulders that's been there almost constantly for months.]
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[He manages a laugh at that. Tsuyu is a tree after all, in the end. But thinking he's loved that much as weird as it is makes him feel worlds better, and he's relaxing in the spirit's arms bit by bit, soaking up the warmth. This? This feels like home. It feels stable and comfortable and safe, and he can feel tension seeping out of his shoulders that's been there almost constantly for months.]