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[There's a fraction of a second where Passenger's eyes widen, surprised, as though he somehow didn't expect Sesa to so readily agree. To want to break down the one border they had between them so suddenly, despite Passenger's warnings, despite the fact he said loud and clear the moment Sesa said his name, all bets were off. The gap closes ever so slightly between them, with their hands now intertwined, with his real name on Sesa's lips.]

Then, [his voice drops to a murmur, and it's him, this time, that closes the remaining gap between them, bumping their shoulders together with his head tilted,] know me, Sesa, in any way you please, and let me know you in kind.