[He feels like he's been punched in the stomach, breath knocked out of him in relief. Abel... can't die, he really can't die, he's never going to lose his brother again.
He doesn't say anything as he finishes up the last few stitches, but then his arms are squeezing around his brother carefully from behind.]
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He doesn't say anything as he finishes up the last few stitches, but then his arms are squeezing around his brother carefully from behind.]
...I love you.
[Don't scare him like that.]