Milan used that awareness to tell Raphael something—that he would never hurt him. That he cared about him. That he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him. “Oh,” Raphael gasped a small, small noise, but it hit Milan with force, how much wonder there was in it, as if Raphael had never felt anything like it. As if he had never felt loved like that.
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