[ Yuri laughs on a breath and sinks back into the couch, pulling Flynn with him.
He feels it too, that relief. He's so glad Flynn is okay, that they're back together again, glad he made it out of there, glad he was the one in there and not Flynn, glad that Flynn still wants to hold him, still wants to be close. Feeling swirls in his gut, in his chest, his mind hazy and exhausted, his body weak and shaky, but Flynn is warm and close and he loves Flynn so fucking much. He loves him more than he loves anything else, more than he loves himself (a lot more), more than he loves his guild or his sword or his friends. He would die for Flynn, he would die without him, he spent too long thinking about him when he was tied up, his blood being forcibly taken from him, his strength ebbing out of him.
Thinking about Flynn, about the fact that he got to have Flynn, got to have him close, got to spend time with him in a way they haven't since they were kids. Thinking about talking with him late into the night, thinking about Flynn's body against his, warm and solid and Flynn wanted him to be there, wanted to kiss him.
His fingers press into Flynn's hair and his voice is thick when he says: ]
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He feels it too, that relief. He's so glad Flynn is okay, that they're back together again, glad he made it out of there, glad he was the one in there and not Flynn, glad that Flynn still wants to hold him, still wants to be close. Feeling swirls in his gut, in his chest, his mind hazy and exhausted, his body weak and shaky, but Flynn is warm and close and he loves Flynn so fucking much. He loves him more than he loves anything else, more than he loves himself (a lot more), more than he loves his guild or his sword or his friends. He would die for Flynn, he would die without him, he spent too long thinking about him when he was tied up, his blood being forcibly taken from him, his strength ebbing out of him.
Thinking about Flynn, about the fact that he got to have Flynn, got to have him close, got to spend time with him in a way they haven't since they were kids. Thinking about talking with him late into the night, thinking about Flynn's body against his, warm and solid and Flynn wanted him to be there, wanted to kiss him.
His fingers press into Flynn's hair and his voice is thick when he says: ]
I just need you to be okay.