Oh. [ Soft when their foreheads touch. Affection that hurts tender, in a… good way. In a way that makes Ginger want to draw closer, to tilt his head so they align in all the ways. He doesn’t, but it’s a thought that he blinks away, slow, dreamy. ] How did you know I was about to say those exact words?

[ As though Mika heard what was in his heart and gave it voice - for him. ]

I wish I could promise you everything you want. [ But he can’t. Or rather, he would - but if Mika finds out about the caveats on promises (if he didn’t already know)… ] I’m not trying to get hurt, especially because I know… that hurts you. But besides nearly killing you - he left a scar on your neck.

[ A mark on Mika when Mika is Ginger’s - family, most important person, his love. Everything.

Everything.

Everything. ]

And I’m… possessive. [ The word spat out unhappily. ]