[ When Ganymede says that, Michel can practically see the montage of it before his eyes. Letting Ganymede talk him in circles at the party. Whatever nonsense he'd been talking at the possibly slightly tipsy dungeon run. Nearly falling off the gondola trying to dodge Ganymede's retaliation... ]
...No, you're misremembering.
[ If he says it firmly enough, Ganymede won't think of any of those things either. Except...
Are those memories strong enough to overwrite what Ganymede had seen from him in the mirror? It's a naive, wistful thought. But the present moment is still so much more concrete than memory. He can feel Ganymede's breaths, warm against his chest, and Ganymede's hair tickles the back of his hand. He brushes his fingers against it as if he might comb them through it before he settles his hand flat again. ]
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...No, you're misremembering.
[ If he says it firmly enough, Ganymede won't think of any of those things either. Except...
Are those memories strong enough to overwrite what Ganymede had seen from him in the mirror? It's a naive, wistful thought. But the present moment is still so much more concrete than memory. He can feel Ganymede's breaths, warm against his chest, and Ganymede's hair tickles the back of his hand. He brushes his fingers against it as if he might comb them through it before he settles his hand flat again. ]