[ There was a time when Adra would have immediately squirmed free of such a tight hug, but now--with Bolin--it feels just fine. Better than fine: it feels welcoming, and safe. Adra presses his cheek to Bolin's chest, listens to the steady, even pace of his heart. There's a constancy to Bolin that he's admired. Bolin says what he means, and he keeps on meaning it, and to Adra that's a refreshing change from his usual experience.
He laughs again, though it's muffled by the fabric of Bolin's shirt. ]
And ...?
[ Adra pulls back just enough to look up at Bolin, smiling, his eyes soft. Stray locks of hair everywhere. ]
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He laughs again, though it's muffled by the fabric of Bolin's shirt. ]
And ...?
[ Adra pulls back just enough to look up at Bolin, smiling, his eyes soft. Stray locks of hair everywhere. ]