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Oh, do you now?

[He lets out a quiet snort at that - it is a bad joke, but it helps him smile, at least. He can't even think about what that man may have done to Mettaton when he was gone. Of course, it's not like he probably meant to cause Mettaton any harm, but banging on the door like that...]

[He sighs, reaching up to cup his boyfriend's cheek in his hand.]

I don't say it often enough, Mettaton, but...I'm really very lucky to have you in my life. I really am.

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[It's hard to hide your face when your hands are busy clutching desperately to another body. Mettaton stiffens at the fingers caressing his skin, at kind words rarely spoken, and...

It feels like walking out of the cold and into a warm room. Like your body adjusting to cool water and suddenly everything is perfect. Like watching snow melt in your palms.

It's easy to blame himself and feel like a burden to someone who doesn't deserve it, especially after tonight. Especially after the last few months. But Keats has the audacity to comfort him when Mettaton's the one trying to do the comforting, and he feels like he's melting.

He clutches his boyfriend tighter, vaguely hoping the man won't feel tears on his fingertips, and laughs.]

You big jerk. You're going to make me rust.

[Ugh. He can feel his core pounding somewhere in his chest. It's causing his skin to heat up, he knows it.]

...I'm lucky to have you too.