[It's certainly not the first time they've kissed, which Armin remembers presently, soft pink blush lighting up his cheeks. Maybe Marco won't be able to see it in the dimly lit space, but if he did, Armin wouldn't really mind.]
Marco...
[He lifts his head once Marco's planted the kiss; his sweet, freckled friend, alive once again. Armin can't help it. Warm tears well in his eyes.]
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Marco...
[He lifts his head once Marco's planted the kiss; his sweet, freckled friend, alive once again. Armin can't help it. Warm tears well in his eyes.]
I am really...really happy you're here with me.