[He turns his head the rest of the way into the kiss, eyes falling closed. Whatever doubt had remained falls away at the touch of Will's lips and his shoulders relax, his entire frame gravitating towards Will. One of Nico's hands settles over Will's chest, fingers splaying over the gentle tha-thump of his heartbeat. He almost pulls away just so that he can press his ear to Will's chest and listen to the familiar cadence, but for now feeling it pump away beneath his fingers is enough.]
Will. [He exhales his name after the kiss, grounding himself in it. This is real. Will is real. The fingers on Will's chest curl into the fabric of his shirt.]
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Will. [He exhales his name after the kiss, grounding himself in it. This is real. Will is real. The fingers on Will's chest curl into the fabric of his shirt.]