[He doesn't mind - he needs this, isn't sure when it became something he needed, but it is now. Why can't Zane see that this is what helps - that so often, this is the only thing that helps?]
Like this. [He speaks, muffled and teary, into Zane's shirt.] This is how you love me.
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Like this. [He speaks, muffled and teary, into Zane's shirt.] This is how you love me.