[ Perhaps his own inability to focus had caused him to assume Ciro would never be there. Were they so connected that they'd follow one another anywhere? Rune doesn't believe in fate, doesn't accept that some unknown force is guiding his actions, but right now, it's almost impossible to ignore it. And despite the circumstances, Ciro looks beautiful. He always is, and he cups his face a bit more firmly before leaning forward to rest their foreheads together. It's immensely grounding, and he's grateful for it in ways that he could never say aloud. ]
I should have found you sooner. [ As if he would admit that he's been reeling from the circumstances of his arrival there. ] How much have you had to drink?
[ Because, this close, he can practically taste it. ]
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I should have found you sooner. [ As if he would admit that he's been reeling from the circumstances of his arrival there. ] How much have you had to drink?
[ Because, this close, he can practically taste it. ]