[ He lifts a hand to stroke his fingers down her cheek, wondering briefly if he deserves the faith she has in him. But whether she's right or not isn't something he's really willing to keep prodding at right now -- it's easier to just believe that she believes it. ]
[Kyna bites her lip, trying to ignore the fact that she knows she's blushing. She has no idea what to say to that, so she leans down to kiss him instead.]
[ Well he's not gonna complain about her kissing him. He just shifts his grip a little, his other arm locking around her waist and holding her close even when the kiss breaks. ]
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Well, yeah, duh. But you're not an asshole.
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How'd I get this lucky?
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I mean it. Thank you.
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You don't have to thank me, you know.