Standing there, Omi wrapped in his arms and the world narrowed down to the space around them, Ken realized that for the first time in a very long time he felt…right. Just right.
There was no Weiss.
No shell of a boy who had to be perfect. No bloodlusty seeker of someone else’s vengeance.
Just Ken and Omi. It felt good.
Ken dropped his head lower, burying half his face in Omi’s hair. He suddenly realized how much he wanted to be as close to perfect for him as he could be. If for some reason or another there was only tonight…Omi wouldn’t have regrets.
Not like him, not if he could help it.
“What do you want?” Ken inquired gently, slightly muffled by the top of Omi’s head.