[The way that Franz's glow brightens might not be immediately noticeable in that patch of sun, but it's obvious in the sudden lightness he carries himself, the pink on his cheeks, the way he's both so surprised and happy he doesn't immediately respond.
And when he does, he clears his throat shyly then slips his hand back into Daedalus's.]
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And when he does, he clears his throat shyly then slips his hand back into Daedalus's.]
As real as it gets here, I suppose...