[the answer is a little too quick, automatic, and Edmond has to pause, brace himself before the words he's wanted to say and has said in every shape he could of except their own. he's comfortable like this, would stay here all night. he has to say it, so Hans can carry it with him wherever he goes.]
...I love you.
[he says it as hushed as a secret, heart going still in his chest. it shouldn't be so new, when he's implied it, danced around it, given it to Hans in every other way. but these are words that cannot be denied, and everything about him speaks to true sincerity. stripped of his bravado and his wit, only to rest his heart in Hans's hands.]
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[the answer is a little too quick, automatic, and Edmond has to pause, brace himself before the words he's wanted to say and has said in every shape he could of except their own. he's comfortable like this, would stay here all night. he has to say it, so Hans can carry it with him wherever he goes.]
...I love you.
[he says it as hushed as a secret, heart going still in his chest. it shouldn't be so new, when he's implied it, danced around it, given it to Hans in every other way. but these are words that cannot be denied, and everything about him speaks to true sincerity. stripped of his bravado and his wit, only to rest his heart in Hans's hands.]