He damned the way his chest fluttered a little at the words- damnit he was being manipulated, he knew it. Why the hell did he fall for it every time? Swallowing slightly, he nodded, brushing his cheek into the touch with the motion. "I know, Chris. I love you too." He still shouldn't, his mind added bitterly, but it was outvoted by two other, stronger parts of his anatomy.
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