hey. hey agent. hey agent. agent. guess what. guess what agent. hey hey guess what.
there's a moment of silence , an internal war between pride , self - loathing , and an old but still lingering emotion he's suppressed for so long. how could jazz say it so easily ? with such a light tone ? it's been a while now since agent has had the same luxury.
but the war in his core rages on , for what feels like an eternity. should he say it ? would it be alright if he did ?
" ... love... y'too. "
he mumbles barely audible enough for even himself to hear , crimson blooming so easily on his cheeks. this is so embarrassing.