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thank you to @alasse9 for the tag <3 please accept this as proof that i have actually worked on my wip today. i continue to chip away at this monster, slowly but surely.

“Only me,” Gale tells him, voice rasping with the strain of how much he needs John to listen to him. He presses his thumb into the deepest line. “Not you. Not anyone else.” John nods, swaying on his feet when Gale lets go. Gale wants to ask how long it lingers, the ache before the bruise sets in, the echo of Gale’s hands on him. It’s not a question he can just go and ask, though. It’s not something he can say out loud. He can’t put all the things he’s feeling into words, can’t put a name on the itch that’s underneath his skin, can’t identify the weight that’s sitting on his chest.  But Gale wants to know. He wants John to tell him. “What’d I say?” he asks instead, making sure that John understands. Wanting to hear him say it. John’s eyes are dark when they lift to meet Gale’s gaze. “Only you.”