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“I love you,” he says, but not in words. Robbie rests his hands on Phantasmo’s face, then neck, then chest, feeling the rhythm of his racing heart. Enduring the five count, feeling the heat coming off of his rival’s skin.
“I love you,” he says, but not in words. In the way he pulls Robbie tight against him, flipping him over in the Turbo Backpack, Robbie’s own move used against himself.
“I love you,” he says. In words but not those words. Robbie says “thank you for bringing out the best in me.”
“I love you,” he says. In words but not those words. “All because of him,” El Phantasmo claims in distress.