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Together, then. Let is see if we cannot help this boy in some small way, at the very least.

[ It makes sense, when she puts it like that. If there are truly dark things in Akechi's past, he may well be used to people running from them, much like Arthur nearly did. He still may not like what he finds but if Terra is right – if Akechi is truly in want of someone to connect with, to not turn and run in the face of the ugly side of himself, then Arthur means to hold his ground. There is something resolute that echoes through the connection, the mental and emotional equivalent of a determined nod. ]

I am a lucky man.

[ Terra has a way of taking Arthur's self doubt and warming it away, melting it like snow in the face of the springtime sun, and there will never come a time when he is not grateful for that. Whether he is too caught up in his own problems or simply feels a bit down about himself, her presence helps him so very much. ]

Together.

[The same as they do everything else, in her opinion— as ever, she believes them to be strongest as a team, with far too many years of no one but herself for company to prove her right.]

I think we're both lucky, personally. I know you'll always do the same for me.

[He's made that abundantly clear.]

Do you think you'll be able to rest easily now?

As easy as I am ever able to, without you here.

[ Apparently, she did well enough at easing his troubles that he actually finds it in him to flirt a bit. The concept of flirting as a whole it still pretty new to him, especially given that he and Terra are already an item, but this slips out as easy as anything. ]

[Even now, after so many months together, such remarks still bring color to her cheeks, even when he's not there to say them in person. He'll feel the brief heat of flattered embarrassment, followed by a much softer, more affectionate warmth. She used to wonder whether or not she would be capable of feeling such things, but he summons those emotions from her with absolute ease, sometimes even unbidden.]

Maybe I should be there tomorrow to ensure you get a good night's sleep.

[She feels her cheeks grow just a bit warmer even saying so, despite the fact that it would hardly be the first time.]

I love you. Please, don't think badly of yourself just because you hesitated. You're only human.

[ Between the two of them, flirty banter only goes so far. He knows what she’s implying and it’s nothing they haven’t done before, but he still finds himself flustered by the sheer fac that they’re saying all this out loud… in their heads.

It’s complicated. ]

Well, I certainly wouldn’t say no.

[ Even if he is blushing. They try so hard. ]

I know, I know. It seems that even I sometimes need the reminder. Thank you again, Terra. I love you, too. Sleep well, darling.

I'll be happy to offer that reminder whenever you need.

[The hot flush of embarrassment is replaced by something much softer and more affectionate. He would, and does, do the same for her.]

Goodnight, love. Sleep well.

[The connection between them will sever, but not without leaving a warm, comfortable feeling in her chest in its wake. Despite the difficult topic of conversation, she knows she'll sleep better just for having spoken to him.]

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