[Poland flops forward so his head is at the edge of the bed, near Liet. Cautious, almost timid, he reaches down and takes his hand, an innocent gesture, but also a fairly intimate one. He looks away, still visibly skittish.]
Yeah, I'm like, not really sure either. But... I know I love you.
[As his friend--his best friend, at times practically his only friend--and his partner and his husband. Somehow, even as awkward as this all is, he can't bring himself to feel ashamed to say it.]
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Yeah, I'm like, not really sure either. But... I know I love you.
[As his friend--his best friend, at times practically his only friend--and his partner and his husband. Somehow, even as awkward as this all is, he can't bring himself to feel ashamed to say it.]