[And there Joseph is, all of a sudden, right up in his face. Well. Not quite, in fairness, but it feels like it. It feels like he's very close, with how boisterous and happy he is, and how childishly pleased with himself he is.]
[He just . . . looks happy to be making Caesar happy. And that's . . .]
[How many people does he know who would react like that to his happiness?]
[(More than he expects. But this one, at least, makes perfect, effortless sense.)]
[After a pause, he reaches out and takes the flowers. He feels a little stupid, like a girl or something. Like he doesn't know how to put words together. But he's smiling.]
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[And there Joseph is, all of a sudden, right up in his face. Well. Not quite, in fairness, but it feels like it. It feels like he's very close, with how boisterous and happy he is, and how childishly pleased with himself he is.]
[He just . . . looks happy to be making Caesar happy. And that's . . .]
[How many people does he know who would react like that to his happiness?]
[(More than he expects. But this one, at least, makes perfect, effortless sense.)]
[After a pause, he reaches out and takes the flowers. He feels a little stupid, like a girl or something. Like he doesn't know how to put words together. But he's smiling.]
Thank you, Jojo. Mm.
. . . I have to put them in water so they last.