[ Angeal is entirely too focused on Sephiroth, and willing to accept wherever he is taken to look around - but the familiar, hard-missed scent hits him, and he can't help stumbling a little in surprise, steadying himself against the other man.
He never thought he would find himself back here.
Then Sephiroth is moving them, and he follows without resisting, just breathing in and trying to not get overwhelmed, his eyes misting enough that he follows the direction provided without thinking or looking. ]
Eventually... we'll find a place to make our own again.
[ Almost absently, and with a lopsided smile. A promise, in a way, or a hope, perhaps. Difficult to come by, for either of them.
But he is not distracted enough that when Sephiroth stops and claims his mouth again, he doesn't answer in turn. ]
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He never thought he would find himself back here.
Then Sephiroth is moving them, and he follows without resisting, just breathing in and trying to not get overwhelmed, his eyes misting enough that he follows the direction provided without thinking or looking. ]
Eventually... we'll find a place to make our own again.
[ Almost absently, and with a lopsided smile. A promise, in a way, or a hope, perhaps. Difficult to come by, for either of them.
But he is not distracted enough that when Sephiroth stops and claims his mouth again, he doesn't answer in turn. ]