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[ Some days looking at Damen is like looking into the heart of the sun. As a boy he had tried to do that far too often, as if by sheer force of will he could see beyond all that bright and figure out what lay beneath. He knows the shape of this man, though. He knows what he is made of, and that is far more of a rewarding thing than blinding oneself in the pursuit of knowledge. ]

I love you.

[ It's soft, earnest, his lips curling up at the edges as he shifts closer to press a kiss to his lover's cheek. ]

I am glad we ended here together.