Morin's chest filled with heat.
A deep, rising happiness overflowed inside him.
He'd always wanted to be someone's special person—and now, he felt like he'd finally found that someone.
That night, Morin waited outside Malvis's room.
Malvis came home late—it was already dark outside when he returned.
"Morin?"
Malvis tilted his head as he spotted Morin sitting on the floor with his arms around his knees in front of the door.
Morin stood up and faced him.
"Malvis, let's talk."
"About what?"
"About how you said you love me."
There was no room left for ambiguity now.
Morin looked at Malvis with steady eyes.
Malvis flinched.
Then, he froze.
Morin stepped forward and took his hand.
Malvis instinctively tried to pull away, but Morin didn't let go.
"I heard everything from Nabe. I understand now, and I want to talk."
"If you know everything… then you must be thinking it too, right? About everything I carry. My weakness."
