[ A part of Thoma had quietly hoped that what had happened to Ayato three days ago wasn't real. That perhaps this all really was just a terrible sort of prank that he could get mad about at Ayato for, but inevitably at least it wasn't real. But seeing Ayato be dropped from that flower, the confusion in his gaze, and that quiet near whisper has all those hopes crashing down around him and slamming into the face of reality once more. ]
You're back.
[ His own words are nearly sobbed out, reaching out to wrap his arms around his lord and pull him in tightly with desperation. He needs to touch him, needs to feel him under his arms to believe that Ayato is really here, and all his fevered nightmares are gone and past. ]
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You're back.
[ His own words are nearly sobbed out, reaching out to wrap his arms around his lord and pull him in tightly with desperation. He needs to touch him, needs to feel him under his arms to believe that Ayato is really here, and all his fevered nightmares are gone and past. ]
[ Ayato is here, he's here. And alive. ]