[ Oh. He more or less figured, more or less was this close to saying it himself, but to hear it from Henry, even couched in a barb, makes him feel like that, for a second, his feet aren't on the ground anymore.
Really, how did they get here? ]
Me? Smug? Never.
[ It's undone by the fact that he doesn't actually manage to look very smug. His expression is muted and soft and terribly fond. He leans in like he means to close the space between them, but then: ]
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Really, how did they get here? ]
Me? Smug? Never.
[ It's undone by the fact that he doesn't actually manage to look very smug. His expression is muted and soft and terribly fond. He leans in like he means to close the space between them, but then: ]
I love you, too.
[ Somehow. For some reason. ]