[ As with the process of losing someone to the statue hall, Keita's foresight is no help at all when it comes to someone turning back into a person. As a result it's with his body and not his mind that he experiences the moment Midnight turns back to himself, the shock of cold stone turning once more into warm skin. Familiar, beloved. Keita looks up from the book he's been reading and takes in the lines of Midnight's body, sees those filigree futures in which Midnight calls him by the wrong name, and then laughs, warm and affectionate when he chooses the right one. ]
Hello, Midnight.
[ The sight of him aches down to Keita's core, but the ache is pleasant, a reminder of how well Keita loves this man. Midnight's return had never been a guarantee, not the first time and not now, and Keita recognizes that he is unbearably, unbelievably lucky to have been granted not only a second chance but a third as well.
He folds a bookmark between the pages of the book he'd been reading aloud and sets it to the side, and then with as much restraint as he can manage (which isn't much), Keita turns to press his face directly into the curve of Midnight's shoulder, now made welcoming again instead of the unforgiving chill of stone. One hand rests on Midnight's chest, and the other wraps around his back, holding him as close as Keita can manage without getting out of his lap. ]
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Hello, Midnight.
[ The sight of him aches down to Keita's core, but the ache is pleasant, a reminder of how well Keita loves this man. Midnight's return had never been a guarantee, not the first time and not now, and Keita recognizes that he is unbearably, unbelievably lucky to have been granted not only a second chance but a third as well.
He folds a bookmark between the pages of the book he'd been reading aloud and sets it to the side, and then with as much restraint as he can manage (which isn't much), Keita turns to press his face directly into the curve of Midnight's shoulder, now made welcoming again instead of the unforgiving chill of stone. One hand rests on Midnight's chest, and the other wraps around his back, holding him as close as Keita can manage without getting out of his lap. ]
...I've missed you.