*Ikenna can’t help himself, he simply can’t. When Kailas straightforwardly asks that question, point blank, a question that should be so very fucking simple to answer, one that he’s been dodging with nonsense half-statements, he… he can’t help the soft, breathless laugh that escapes him. It catches in his throat, and he leans in, practically hiding his face against the crook of Kailas’s neck. It’s childish of him, really, but in this moment—he’s almost frightened to show Kailas his face. What kind of expression is he making? He isn’t sure he even wants to know himself, let alone show it. Honestly, he… really isn’t making himself clear at all, is he?*
I… of course. Of course I do. *he whispers against Kailas’s neck, his voice quiet, muffled. He has, he has for so long. He’s not going to deny that. Not now, not with Kailas holding him so very tight, sharing his true emotions, his love with Ikenna. How can he deny Kailas that? Wrong or not, he...* I do, Kailas…