[It's hard not to fumble in the dark, but Armin's had to do so before. They're still holding each other's faces. It isn't hard to find her. Their noses brush, then bump blindly, but the kiss is found. Armin thinks he'll never kiss someone again like it isn't the last time - desperate, warm, bleeding. It'll never be enough, but he'd never reject it.
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[I'll find you time and time again. I promise.]