[ They're pressed together again, like this, and it sends that same wash of warmth through Mako. He leans into it, chasing the feeling, dropping his arm around Wu's shoulders with something like gratitude crashing over him like a wave. ]
Thank you.
[ It's a quiet little murmur, barely there, and then Mako turns his head just a bit and lets it drop against Wu's. ]
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Thank you.
[ It's a quiet little murmur, barely there, and then Mako turns his head just a bit and lets it drop against Wu's. ]
Is doing this supposed to be so tiring?