[francel blinks, confused, at the cover that comes twixt him and the sun. his eyes need another moment to adjust to the light, but at last he makes out zephirin's face beyond the stinging sun. he ignores the proffered handkerchief.]
Zephirin...?
[suddenly — quite without warning — francel throws his arms around zephirin, forgetting nearly everything: that they are in public, this is not the time for tears, zephirin may yet be injured. it doesn't matter. francel buries his face in zephirin's chest and whimpers unashamedly.]
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Zephirin...?
[suddenly — quite without warning — francel throws his arms around zephirin, forgetting nearly everything: that they are in public, this is not the time for tears, zephirin may yet be injured. it doesn't matter. francel buries his face in zephirin's chest and whimpers unashamedly.]
Zephirin...!