[ he doesn't know what he's expecting when he opens the box, but food from home wasn't it. it smells like ma's kitchen, like years he didn't get to have with she and pa and kon, and as he takes each container out, he finds his throat getting tight with emotion. by the time he gets to the book of recipes, he's blinking back embarrassing tears. ]
Oh, [ he manages to eke out, voice trembling as he thumbs through the book and takes in some of kon's handwritten notes. ] This is.. Kon, this is-- [ he sets the book back into the box, then the box carefully down. he rises, then, circling around the fire and bending to curl his arms around the older teen in a fierce hug, face buried in the crook of his neck. ]
Thank you. You really didn't have to-- I really, really love it.
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Oh, [ he manages to eke out, voice trembling as he thumbs through the book and takes in some of kon's handwritten notes. ] This is.. Kon, this is-- [ he sets the book back into the box, then the box carefully down. he rises, then, circling around the fire and bending to curl his arms around the older teen in a fierce hug, face buried in the crook of his neck. ]
Thank you. You really didn't have to-- I really, really love it.