They're not even dancing anymore. Just holding one another in the middle of the room, the middle of the dance floor. And Shiro doesn't even care. Like he said, it's been a year. More than a year. He's felt so often like this is a piece of himself, found again. Someone who's made him want to be better, who knows him -- wants him and not just the titles piled on his shoulders.
"I'm going to argue that I'm the lucky one. But you already knew that."
Someone who stayed, who cared for Shiro, not the Kerberos Pilot, or the Black Paladin... is priceless, beyond words.
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They're not even dancing anymore. Just holding one another in the middle of the room, the middle of the dance floor. And Shiro doesn't even care. Like he said, it's been a year. More than a year. He's felt so often like this is a piece of himself, found again. Someone who's made him want to be better, who knows him -- wants him and not just the titles piled on his shoulders.
"I'm going to argue that I'm the lucky one. But you already knew that."
Someone who stayed, who cared for Shiro, not the Kerberos Pilot, or the Black Paladin... is priceless, beyond words.