[ Those two short words shouldn't carry as much weight for Rhys as they do, but when Dutch says them Rhys feels something hot and thrilling coil restlessly in his gut before fanning out through every vein in his body. His skin prickles and tingles and he has to swallow before he lets out a shiver and exhales, sinking back into the floor.
It takes a couple of charged, exhausted seconds before he wets his lips and musters the nerve to murmur back: ]
....Thank you.
[ It would sound horrible and cheesy and tacky in any other situation, he thinks, but not right now. ]
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It takes a couple of charged, exhausted seconds before he wets his lips and musters the nerve to murmur back: ]
....Thank you.
[ It would sound horrible and cheesy and tacky in any other situation, he thinks, but not right now. ]