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“I love my dad!”
The way that Omi speaks, voice full of joy, wide blue eyes brimming with admiration, and a smile that reaches from ear to ear, only serves to prove his point.
Yoji puts a hand on the kid’s head.
“I know, pretty boy.”
“I love my dad...”
Omi’s voice is hushed, barely above a mumble, hardly cresting the nighttime air and the muffling of Yoji’s tank-top.
He sounds like he’s trying to convince himself more than his friend.
The hacker hugs the older man closer.
Yoji’s fingers run through the boy’s hair.
“I know, Omi-chan, I know.”