[Takatora skims his hand along Yoshitsugu's face and tucks it against the corner of Yoshitsugu's jaw, where he leaves it to rest. Happiness warms his chest.]
This can't be taken from me.
[He'll always have this moment, and all this stolen time in the tree, whatever the future holds.]
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This can't be taken from me.
[He'll always have this moment, and all this stolen time in the tree, whatever the future holds.]