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[ The way Netzach responds, leaning into his touch, never ceases to spark an odd sense of wonderment mingled with satisfaction. It makes it too tempting to indulge in it at every opportunity — and it has come to feel just as gratifying that Netzach seeks out this closeness as if it's second nature by now, resting against him without hesitation. It's proof that Netzach no longer perceives unseen barriers between them, things to approach with considerate caution for fear that he might react badly to any contact that he hasn't initiated himself. It seems safe to conclude that Netzach is at ease, that all of it is mutually pleasurable.

And it may have been tempting to compare Netzach to a cat whenever he claims Yesod's lap as his pillow, but his murmured words soon fill the forefront of Yesod's thoughts instead. He's silent at first, fingers stilling in Netzach's hair; his rib cage feels too tight for some rising emotion aching within his chest.

Home, despite everything. For the moment, he places the future and its uncertainty aside like that shirt, and he focuses on Netzach's features, the fond warmth there. ]

...Yes. Welcome home, Netzach. I...

[ Knowing Netzach, it's unnecessary to state certain things aloud — such sentiments are undoubtedly communicated clearly in other ways on a regular basis now, be it thinking him beautiful or appreciating his company, wanting him, loving him. Still, he has prompted Yesod to speak of these things before. Perhaps he would like to hear them, then, and to remember these moments. ]

I love you.