[The comfort and security that Beelzebub provides is something that Temenos couldn't possibly hope to express his gratitude for in words. He clings to that warmth as emotion consumes him...until the ache begins to dull and there are no more tears to shed.
What awaits him at the end is a long-overdue sense of catharsis.
He quiets down for a moment, releasing the tension in his grip and settling his breathing to something calmer. He's exhausted, but he feels lighter now. Better.]
I...suppose I truly did need that.
[...is the first thing he says upon lifting his head up. Of course, that's not all he's going to say.]
Thank you, my dear Beel. [That's not enough, either. Just as he suspected.] I love you, so very much.
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What awaits him at the end is a long-overdue sense of catharsis.
He quiets down for a moment, releasing the tension in his grip and settling his breathing to something calmer. He's exhausted, but he feels lighter now. Better.]
I...suppose I truly did need that.
[...is the first thing he says upon lifting his head up. Of course, that's not all he's going to say.]
Thank you, my dear Beel. [That's not enough, either. Just as he suspected.] I love you, so very much.