[He feels like he's surfacing for air for the first time in months. A pressure is lifted from him, and all at once he realizes that he can finally breathe again. He's grateful beyond all words, knowing that Diarmuid could figure him out without words, and without question.
And he laughs as Diarmuid's breath tickles his neck, and laughs because he hasn't in ages and realizes how ridiculous that it. It doesn't matter who was wrong or who did what or why it happened right now -- Cu could care about anything else, save the words "I love you" echoing in his mind]
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And he laughs as Diarmuid's breath tickles his neck, and laughs because he hasn't in ages and realizes how ridiculous that it. It doesn't matter who was wrong or who did what or why it happened right now -- Cu could care about anything else, save the words "I love you" echoing in his mind]
Love you, too.