IC CONTACT - ROUTE 29

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[explosivecombat]

[...Ah.]

Of course, Isaac. You don't have to thank me for it.

[Kimblee shifts a bit, the gesture awkward, before he pushes himself away from the wall. He steps forward, toward Isaac - not quite touching him, but more than close enough to, if he felt like it; enough to be an invitation, as it usually is.

If you want to do something with it, go ahead.]

[glaciates]

[Isaac only hesitates for a moment before pulling Kimblee into a hug. It hasn't been long at all since he last did this - at least, it doesn't feel like it's been very long - but Kimblee's been here on his own-- or rather, with Archer (which is arguably much worse) and even though it's just a hug, he can't help but feel excited about it, as he always is with Kimblee.]

[explosivecombat]

[Archer isn't that bad...

That said, however, the hugging gets a light flinch out of him, as it always does, but he's quicker to recover from it this time than he usually is; he relaxes almost immediately, really, leaning up against him and pressing his hands against Isaac's back, bunching up the fabric of his jacket in his fists. He's not clinging by any means - his grip isn't nearly tight enough for that - but he doesn't seem too inclined to go anywhere, either.]

[glaciates]

[Well that's certainly good, because if Isaac has his way they'll be here for hours!!]

...I love you.

[The words are mumbled and soft. Isaac still isn't used to saying them despite how obvious the sentiment is.]

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[...yes, he knows we will; he's more or less come to expect that. He finds he can't really complain about it, though - if there's one thing he's gotten used to during his time here, it's being held like this. He's not entirely sure what he thinks of it, but it's comfortable enough, and perhaps most importantly it's warm.

The words are a bit less comfortable, and he's fully aware that he's not feeling nearly enough in response to them, warmth or otherwise. For the time being, however, he just reaches up with one hand, running his gloved fingers through the end of Isaac's ponytail idly.]

I love you too, Isaac.

[And were he a better person, he'd likely feel guilt over lying about that; however, the facts remain as they always were - he isn't, so he doesn't, and it's true enough besides.]