[France shivers, swallows, and curls slightly, breathes in against Envy's skin. Envy smells like sweat and exertion and forest and faintly of other things, probably blood, soap, and salt. He smells like earth and humanity. He smells like home.]
[France breathes out, shifts his hands from Envy's back, takes a light hold on Envy's wrists. He lifts Envy's hands, the heel of France's hands supporting the cup of Envy's palms, to inspect the damage done to them before bending slightly and pressing his lips to the top of Envy's right hand, to a patch of uninjured skin exposed between the shredded gloves. He looks up at Envy, still bent low, and smiles, a honest, loving, sad thing.]
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[France breathes out, shifts his hands from Envy's back, takes a light hold on Envy's wrists. He lifts Envy's hands, the heel of France's hands supporting the cup of Envy's palms, to inspect the damage done to them before bending slightly and pressing his lips to the top of Envy's right hand, to a patch of uninjured skin exposed between the shredded gloves. He looks up at Envy, still bent low, and smiles, a honest, loving, sad thing.]
I never want to leave you.
I want to go with you, wherever we go.