[Tobias really can't argue with you, can he, Marco? The spinning pulls him out of his gloomy mood again and he giggles, that same bright smile flashing across his face, if a tad bit more subdued than the last time he was here.
Of course, the poor boy hasn't stopped crying yet -- though it seems to be hardly a bad type of crying. This warmth, this love... it's been so long since anyone's done this and he's never felt it to this extreme, but at the same time, those weird memories have instilled such a huge sense of nostalgia that he doesn't want it to stop.]
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Of course, the poor boy hasn't stopped crying yet -- though it seems to be hardly a bad type of crying. This warmth, this love... it's been so long since anyone's done this and he's never felt it to this extreme, but at the same time, those weird memories have instilled such a huge sense of nostalgia that he doesn't want it to stop.]
...Don't let go. Okay?