[ he still has a spoon in one hand, a jar in the other, but that doesn't stop falco from feeling a warmth so immense growing in his chest to hear, and to see— his eyes have thinned from how his smile gradually widens too much, and he pushes himself to his knees to prop upright and throw his arms around the elder boy's neck, squeezing him into a hug on the opposite side of where paul held confetti (who seems to want to imitate and rolls his front to paul's). ]
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