I don't want to cry, [A soft complaint that he breathes out with a hand pressed against his nose and mouth, burying himself in John's embrace.] You don't like it when I cry.
[he remembers that. Remembers the first time he broke down in front of him, how he rubbed his back and basically showed Petre what it was like to have a friend so far away from home. That may not have been the last time it happened, but it's the one he holds the closest to memory, and the one he recalls now that John's repeating the comforting motion. He wishes he could just fall asleep like this, have this feeling forever. He loves him. He loves him, he loves him, he loves him. He doesn't ever want that to go away again.]
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[he remembers that. Remembers the first time he broke down in front of him, how he rubbed his back and basically showed Petre what it was like to have a friend so far away from home. That may not have been the last time it happened, but it's the one he holds the closest to memory, and the one he recalls now that John's repeating the comforting motion. He wishes he could just fall asleep like this, have this feeling forever. He loves him. He loves him, he loves him, he loves him. He doesn't ever want that to go away again.]
How do I make things right?