Alexi doesn’t look away once, just scoops my hand from his shoulder that went down with him and holds it tight in his. Encasing my fingers warmly and securely. I’m blinking at him, confused with what he’s doing and just stare. Silent tears, sodden face and acting like a pleb with no clue as to why he is now on the floor.

“Are you okay?” I ask stupidly, convinced he’s maybe dizzy or something. I really don’t connect the dots at all. A little dense in the aftermath of an emotional breakthrough.

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