Sparkle glanced up at Atton at that, biting the inside of his cheek a little. Processing that.
Clinging to it.
"I love you too, Atton," he replied, no caveats, no hesitation. "You're the first family I ever really had, you know. The first family that counted. And you're stuck with me."
No matter how squirrelly his head got or how many directions it felt like he was stumbling in at once. Sparkle knew family was something he could want for himself, because Atton had, whether he'd intended to or not, proven to him that it was real.
There was a pause, and then, deciding that was a note on which to set Atton free from what had to be a whole hell of a lot more open honesty than he was used to, he added, "And if you make me cry I swear to god you're buying me another drink."
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Clinging to it.
"I love you too, Atton," he replied, no caveats, no hesitation. "You're the first family I ever really had, you know. The first family that counted. And you're stuck with me."
No matter how squirrelly his head got or how many directions it felt like he was stumbling in at once. Sparkle knew family was something he could want for himself, because Atton had, whether he'd intended to or not, proven to him that it was real.
There was a pause, and then, deciding that was a note on which to set Atton free from what had to be a whole hell of a lot more open honesty than he was used to, he added, "And if you make me cry I swear to god you're buying me another drink."