The clone... no, Hiroki... squirms. He screms out Ziggy's name at the top of his lungs. He's euphoric, he...
He is. The fact that his head doesn't hurt, ever since he's realised, ever since he's come back to Nexus, makes everything million times better. People live like that?? Their whole lives??? That's so awesome.
Being postcoital was also awesome, more than he had remembered because he had remembered distantly, but that in no way meant anything was finished, no way.
He suddenly wants to carry Ziggy onto the bed, lay him down there and smother him with a thousand kisses, and hold him close, and pet him, touch him, and never, ever, ever, ever let go.
His Ziggy.
He tries to scoop Ziggy into his arms, but there's suddenly a problem with that: he can't. He has only one arm.
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He is. The fact that his head doesn't hurt, ever since he's realised, ever since he's come back to Nexus, makes everything million times better. People live like that?? Their whole lives??? That's so awesome.
Being postcoital was also awesome, more than he had remembered because he had remembered distantly, but that in no way meant anything was finished, no way.
He suddenly wants to carry Ziggy onto the bed, lay him down there and smother him with a thousand kisses, and hold him close, and pet him, touch him, and never, ever, ever, ever let go.
His Ziggy.
He tries to scoop Ziggy into his arms, but there's suddenly a problem with that: he can't. He has only one arm.
How could he have so quiznaking forgotten?!