[ The water crashes against the side of the tub as he bounds him up in his arms through the warbled mess of words and tears. Knee deep in water, Shouto drags him onto his lap to better hold him. Tim wasn't a faceless name to him. He was the one who smiled all the time. Who liked to eat wooden sticks. Who always brought Allen's towel to him and anything else he wanted. He was a friend. A companion he'd grown used to. To find out he was gone... dead. His own throat goes hoarse. ]
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It's okay...
[ He swallows, holding him tightly ].
This is where I want to be.