Whether he actually notices the sound that pours out from Chrome is a mystery. Tsuna doesn't act like he hears her, just slides his fingers against the subtle differences where her skin is scarred and not. Something about it seems to sooth him and, eventually, he curls up against her side with his head on her stomach and hair brushing along the underside of one breast.
"It's really you." The world is starting to come into focus again.
Chrome hums and carefully threads her fingers into Tsuna's hair. It tickles the sensitive skin it's brushing against as she plays with it, but a tickle is by no means the hardest sensation she's ever had to work around or ignore.
"It's me, Boss. In the flesh, no illusions. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
Despite the conversations they've had in the past, Chrome's fingers still rank high in Tsuna's list of favorite things about her. Something about them is noticeable, unique, as they thread through his hair, and Tsuna breathes. In, out, slowly. Steady.
Safe. Everything is safe, and Chrome is there. No one else.
"...Tell me a favorite memory. Between the two of us. Please?"
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"It's really you." The world is starting to come into focus again.
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"It's me, Boss. In the flesh, no illusions. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
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Safe. Everything is safe, and Chrome is there. No one else.
"...Tell me a favorite memory. Between the two of us. Please?"