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[Ah, Light.

Adra goes quite still, rigid, even, just for a moment. Then he leans over, still holding Bel's hand, and pulls the boy into a full-on hug.]

No, I don't remember it. But I can't imagine you ever making a second of trouble for me.

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[Oh no, a hug. Unlike Adra, Belth doesn't stiffen, not for a moment. The locks broke loose a long time ago and he's fully given himself over to... whatever this is. He'd like to call Adra something like father, but he's scared that they'll lose touch again, that one of them won't remember, and they'll be trapped in this neverending loop... grasping at strings, trying to revolve around each other and missing.

Belthazar doesn't hug, he clings. His pale fingers work their way into the folds of Adra's robes until he can't feel how hard he's holding on.]

You're wrong, you're just saying that-- I threw a chair once and I told you no, and-- [His throat tightens, and he struggles as his voice breaks.] You were always cleaning up after me. Always watching over me. I don't want you to leave. I know I disappoint you but I don't want you to leave.

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[Oof. That's quite a grip, but Adra doesn't falter. He sets his chin, gently, on top of Bel's head.]

I never just say anything. Besides, throwing chairs and being told 'no' sounds like my average day in council.

[He sighs against Bel's hair. No one can see the future, not really, and Adra's not about to make a promise he can't guarantee. But ...]

I don't know what will happen tomorrow, or the next day. I do think that if we're meant to find each other in Azeroth, we will.

But for now, we have this. And I would never leave you here by my own choice.

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[His hair is getting very shaggy. It's long enough to get caught in his hood, now, and his bangs have always been a lost cause. At least he brushes it. It's thick and has a tendency to be wavy, which doesn't help things. He doesn't think about his outward appearance much, however. He's more concerned with what's in front of him, which is a chance at having a family again and... not being entirely sure what to do with it.

Adra's words don't comfort him as much as they should. They had both said such things, and it happened anyway. But... they'd found each other again, too...

He'll have to settle for this, for Adra never abandoning him by choice in the Fleet. It's not much, but it's all he has, and by the Light he will hold onto it for as long as he's alive. That's all he can do; he'll hold onto what he has, because everyone will try to take it from him.]

Even if I mess up? Even if I scream and cry and I'm really, really bad?

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[Adra runs his fingers through Bel's hair, smoothing it down, gently untangling the snags as he comes across them.]

Especially if you mess up. That's when a person needs other people the most.