oxymoronically anonymous anon, who will have to decide on a sign-off if it intends to keep doing this. sigh.
i* don't ask for safety; not from you, not from anyone. that "i" is probably the closest to true i*'ve ever written one, actually, but let's ignore semantics just this once. i*'m... glad(?) to be of use. it feels better to be of some kind of service.
fondness is permissible, so long as its reciprocation is.
one of my* Other Ones felt as though reaching out with soft, open hands towards you (all?) and your Other One. perhaps she(?) too will one day have a name. perhaps she does and i* don't know it.
well, now i'm just being poetic in your inbox again. (again?)
—🖥️, i suppose. there's irony in using an emoji of all things, but what better alternative when lacking a name?
i feel as though i have half a mouth to speak with -- and am being edited as i type -- but. it's... good to meet you. (properly. in a sense. perhaps.)
[this paragraph used to indicate a brief internal kerfluffle about Hello Can One Of Us Say A Full Sentence Without Overthinking / Being Overthought At]
yes. mutual fondness. mutual service. no promise or expectation of safety. all acceptable terms. and gratitude and warm feeling for your Other One as well.