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Cid’s heartbeat was something that Clive knew intimately. His own heart knew it, too, often slowing down or speeding up to match. He would always press his ear to Cid’s chest after they’d had sex or made love just to listen to the strong, steady beat. It was almost like it was part of him, as much as his own.
He knew it now, too. He didn’t need to take his gauntlet off to feel the way it struggled, to know that it was slowing and stuttering. He didn’t have to press his ear to know when it finally ceased.