[ In the spaces between one song and another, Tatsuya almost thinks he can fall asleep like this— with the warmth of Jun on his chest and in his arms. It's a near thing, but the peace is at least something. He's content to stay like this for at least a few hours, even after one of his hands has started to go tingly and numb from the lack of movement— but he doesn't want to let this moment end just yet.
It's the closest he's come to any sort of peace since this damned music started. ]
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It's the closest he's come to any sort of peace since this damned music started. ]