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He couldn’t pinpoint the moment that his eyes went from being just blue, to ocean blue with small flecks of gold. It was a startling realization that despite his identic memory he can’t seem to recall when that change occurred. It shouldn’t be an important thing, but it becomes a reoccurring thought that he can’t banish for long.
The first time that he has to fight the impulse to hold his hand he almost choked on air. He tries not to think about it, but he fails at an epic level. Soon stopping himself from giving into illogical impulses becomes an unfortunate part of his day to day existence.
The moment he found himself (mentally) calling him perfect he wanted to cry. He can’t deny it, he looks at him and sees a strange form of perfection that only he could comprehend. The validity of his emotions, so complex yet simple. What should be frustrating (and at times is) yet he is fascinated and enthrawled by it. He makes him want things he never thought he would, it’s terrifying and amazing all at once. He can’t have, and it hurts in ways he never could have fathomed but...
...he wants.