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[He repeats. His hand detaches from Daan's collar, drifting backwards to touch his own lips.]
[A kiss to build a dream on.]
My good doctor.
[He tries to find words, fails at them. Instead, his hand seems to talk for him, drifting to cup over the other's neck gently.]
Thank you.