[ Shizuo feels Izaya sag against him, weary frame draping over his larger body like blanket.
When he was close to sleep, the fortissimo realized that the flea seemed more like a vulnerable child than a mischievous information broker. And without knowing himself, his hands had slipped up the other's back gently, gingerly, arms enclosing him in a strange embrace.
It's weird, Shizuo thinks, the black hair so close he has to breathe in the scent of the louse's shampoo every time he inahles, intoxicating him with that aroma he knew so well. ]
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[ Shizuo feels Izaya sag against him, weary frame draping over his larger body like blanket.
When he was close to sleep, the fortissimo realized that the flea seemed more like a vulnerable child than a mischievous information broker. And without knowing himself, his hands had slipped up the other's back gently, gingerly, arms enclosing him in a strange embrace.
It's weird, Shizuo thinks, the black hair so close he has to breathe in the scent of the louse's shampoo every time he inahles, intoxicating him with that aroma he knew so well. ]