[To call this a unique experience for Envy would be almost an understatement. No one has ever said anything like this to him and he doesn't at all know what to do with it besides grip France a little more closely. For a rare moment, his expression is unguarded and full of an almost painful yearning, but then that's hidden again under a hesitant, but no less genuine smile.]
You--I don't know. You make me feel.
[Envy looks half surprised at this after he says it, and breaks eye contact because there's still only so much of this he can handle. He leans on France again.] You matter a lot.
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You--I don't know. You make me feel.
[Envy looks half surprised at this after he says it, and breaks eye contact because there's still only so much of this he can handle. He leans on France again.] You matter a lot.