[Tsuzuki blinks against the stinging in his eyes, and a few hot tears slip down his cheeks. Starting to believe it's real feels like pins and needles all through him, as hope sneaks back in like blood to a sleeping limb.
Hisoka's back. Hisoka -- knows him...?]
I'm sorry. I -- I let you -- [That's an actual sob, and Tsuzuki takes his hand away from Hisoka's cheek so that he can fist it instead in the fabric of his partner's shirt and hold on as tightly as he'd wanted to yesterday, when Hisoka had been just a little too far away to reach in time.]
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Hisoka's back. Hisoka -- knows him...?]
I'm sorry. I -- I let you -- [That's an actual sob, and Tsuzuki takes his hand away from Hisoka's cheek so that he can fist it instead in the fabric of his partner's shirt and hold on as tightly as he'd wanted to yesterday, when Hisoka had been just a little too far away to reach in time.]