[ Flynn's worry falls away all at once, softening into something like a quiet sort of guilt. He reaches up again, rests his sticky hand at Yuri's elbow, presses their foreheads together despite the smear of red it leaves and the way honey tangles into Yuri's bangs. ]
I'm me. I'm so sorry, Yuri. Thank you for... for making sure I couldn't hurt anyone.
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I'm me. I'm so sorry, Yuri. Thank you for... for making sure I couldn't hurt anyone.