[He kisses Diarmuid back with a familiarity that makes it seem like they've only been apart a day, and with the relieved desperation that makes it feel like it's been ages. It's second nature, something he hasn't forgotten because he's thought of it more than he could possibly explain, though by now he'd wager Diarmuid's felt it too.
He'll hold him close and rest his forehead on Diarmuid's shoulder, grinning.]
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He'll hold him close and rest his forehead on Diarmuid's shoulder, grinning.]
Dunno if I could.