[he breathes another sigh, this one a little softer, slower. he doesn't want to pull away, but it feels like he's being too much again, and he isn't sure how to deal with that, particularly when romance is comforting him. ultimately, his head does lift and he pulls back just enough so he can look at him, one hand lifting to drift along his cheek.]
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Next time, [he assures.] I promise.