[It shouldn't feel safer, but it does. It shouldn't matter, because he's just as dead as he was before, and so is Kakyoin. But Polnareff is solid and steady; the way he pulls Abdul close makes him feel the twin warmth of relief and guilt, because he shouldn't be taking any kind of relief from someone who's had to be sad in his absence.]
[He lets himself be pulled, putting up no resistance. Once they're in the privacy of the alcove, he just looks at Polnareff for a while, his mouth twisted up in an understated sort of agony.]
[After a moment, and in total silence, he leans forward and presses his forehead to Polnareff's shoulder. Just for a moment, he tells himself. That's all. It'll be fine.]
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[He lets himself be pulled, putting up no resistance. Once they're in the privacy of the alcove, he just looks at Polnareff for a while, his mouth twisted up in an understated sort of agony.]
[After a moment, and in total silence, he leans forward and presses his forehead to Polnareff's shoulder. Just for a moment, he tells himself. That's all. It'll be fine.]