[ What do they want to do? They don't know. There's no— there's no guidance for any of this, nothing from books and nothing from their sister, it has nothing to do with making money or drawing in customers or those sorts of things that are a means to an end. They still want to cry a little, they want his hands back in theirs and at the same time want to feel his hands on their face, foreheads together, eyes closed in a darkness they don't mind so much because Subaru's all they can hear and smell and feel.
They want to want. They've never had any trouble wanting, before.
And they don't want to do anything, don't want this moment to end, don't want things to change...
...
They lift their hands and place them on Subaru's shoulders to push him away, fingers curling, gripping tight...
and before they can lose their nerve, they lean in and kiss Subaru on the lips, gentle, sweet, brief as their arms slide around instead, burying their face against his neck and pulling him into a hug. ]
I want to give you my heart. And you'd better not break it, or I'll be really really reaaaally mad.
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They want to want. They've never had any trouble wanting, before.
And they don't want to do anything, don't want this moment to end, don't want things to change...
...
They lift their hands and place them on Subaru's shoulders to push him away, fingers curling, gripping tight...
and before they can lose their nerve, they lean in and kiss Subaru on the lips, gentle, sweet, brief as their arms slide around instead, burying their face against his neck and pulling him into a hug. ]
I want to give you my heart. And you'd better not break it, or I'll be really really reaaaally mad.