Standing there, Omi wrapped in his arms and the world narrowed down to the space around them, Ken realized that for the first time in a very long time he felt…right. Just right.
There was no Weiss.
No shell of a boy who had to be perfect. No bloodlusty seeker of someone else’s vengeance.
Just Ken and Omi. It felt good.
Ken dropped his head lower,
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