[David of course finds the poem that evening, when he's putting things away. And he reads it. And reads it. Over and over and he smiles and occassionaly hugs it.
God he thought he was truly falling for this man. And, before he gets himself to bed, he does text Balthier briefly.]
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God he thought he was truly falling for this man. And, before he gets himself to bed, he does text Balthier briefly.]
Mon trésor, thank you.