[He hears it. Some of it he expects to hear. He knew that G'raha would tell him exactly that, that he did not need a bodyguard or a protector. Zack knows that he doesn't need to be that for G'raha either. It's just old habits that die hard. An uneasy worry in his head all the time.
But the rest of it...? Zack keeps his brow against G'raha's. Leaning over the red head with his arm coming to rest near his head to prop himself there. He looks at G'raha and he has to shut his eyes because for a second he can barely stand just how fucking beautiful G'raha's eyes are.]
Do you even know what you're saying right now?
[Seriously. Zack can not stop the way his heart makes a painful squeeze hearing that. The last time he felt that sort of painful squeeze had been back with Aerith years ago. But now...
... Does G'raha know what he sounds like right now?]
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But the rest of it...? Zack keeps his brow against G'raha's. Leaning over the red head with his arm coming to rest near his head to prop himself there. He looks at G'raha and he has to shut his eyes because for a second he can barely stand just how fucking beautiful G'raha's eyes are.]
Do you even know what you're saying right now?
[Seriously. Zack can not stop the way his heart makes a painful squeeze hearing that. The last time he felt that sort of painful squeeze had been back with Aerith years ago. But now...
... Does G'raha know what he sounds like right now?]