[you know what? why not. there's no reason to hide it, so he says with the shadow of a smile:]
Yeah. This is nice.
[a word he rarely, if ever, used to describe anything at all. even time spent with his brother didn't seem to fit the bill. warm, maybe. pleasant, peaceful. but nice felt off-limits to him. like he didn't deserve it. like he wouldn't know to do with it even if he had it, slipping through his fingers like the water all around them.]
It won't stop being nice when I'm sober. I'll remember.
[and that was sincere praise. seto willfully chose to forget most things, most people. but he would remember this.]
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Yeah. This is nice.
[a word he rarely, if ever, used to describe anything at all. even time spent with his brother didn't seem to fit the bill. warm, maybe. pleasant, peaceful. but nice felt off-limits to him. like he didn't deserve it. like he wouldn't know to do with it even if he had it, slipping through his fingers like the water all around them.]
It won't stop being nice when I'm sober. I'll remember.
[and that was sincere praise. seto willfully chose to forget most things, most people. but he would remember this.]