（ something doleful touches at the corners of his eyes, the set of his mouth. he does not try to stop sasuke from that upwards shift, but he collects the icepack where it's slid to the bed. it's beginning to warm, spent to its purpose. ）
Is it enough to say I'd follow you into hell?
（ there's a smile. wry, tired. built up, torn down. he is a million things at any given moment, but now only one that matters: in love. ）
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Is it enough to say I'd follow you into hell?
（ there's a smile. wry, tired. built up, torn down. he is a million things at any given moment, but now only one that matters: in love. ）