[ heine has only just recently learned to call it by that name, but yes. yes, it is love, the kind of love that can only be forged between two people who have suffered horrors together and come out stronger for it. the two of them and their hurts and grief and anger and fear, against a world that wanted nothing more than to beat them down for it. heine does love badou, even without being able to speak the words for it. ]

I guess he didn't mind it. Still doesn't, probably, since he hasn't kicked me out yet.

[ heine doesn't know if he can rightly say that badou is better for knowing heine, but heine is absolutely better for knowing badou. ]

It's... almost frightening to think about the person I'd be if I hadn't met him.