...yeah. I remember. [He shifts again to burrow his face into the crook of Dave's arm.] Minato saw her, too. It was weird to talk to her when I've never actually seen her before, but I wish we'd had more time to talk.
[The only response he gets is John turning his head to tilt up and kiss him. Happy official eight months, Strider. Time to watch meteors streak across the sky.]
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