[He leans closer, his grip squeezing at Hans' remaining hand as he does, and presses a kiss to his lips. It's short, slow, sweet, completely chaste— different.
His lips still linger inches away.] I was more concerned that something was wrong with you.
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[He leans closer, his grip squeezing at Hans' remaining hand as he does, and presses a kiss to his lips. It's short, slow, sweet, completely chaste— different.
His lips still linger inches away.] I was more concerned that something was wrong with you.