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Is he, Guest 1337, the soldier, the protector, the caring, the laid-back, supposed to feel…jealous?
Is he allowed to feel such a thing?
Seeing Seven so casually with others now, especially… that old best friend of his. Noli. He shouldn't be jealous. They have rings. They are married. But here he is.
His throat collapses slightly, smiling awkwardly as Seven proudly speaks about him, looking over. He knows Seven likes him, that Seven loves him, but something inside his brain seems to think he could so easily be swept away.
Tonight, when he curls away from Seven, he knows Seven will ask, and he will say nothing about these feelings. They will fade away, and then come again some other day, in which he will repeat the cycle again, and again, and again, and again, until he breaks. When that happens, he will sob out confessions and pull away from his lover's soft, soothing hands, before accepting them and crying himself until he is at the fine line of dreams and reality, where he and Seven will talk it out, with Seven rubbing his back until he is out cold and relieved.