Mm, good. [He melts against Undertaker when that hands starts to rub along his arm. It's impossible to keep his eyes open at the comfort it provides, but he's far from falling asleep. There's too much on his mind and he's trying to find a way, still, to bring up what he'd spoken to Era about.
It's hard to think of anything beyond an awkward question about love.]
I... wanted to ask something, but I don't know how to start it.
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It's hard to think of anything beyond an awkward question about love.]
I... wanted to ask something, but I don't know how to start it.