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"What do you mean?" Logan looked through his lashes at Deceit, the other had just stated that he's been feeling strange recently.

"I mean, like, butterflies in my stomach and...getting flustered easily and-"

"Crush," Logan looked away from Deceit. "You are crushing on someone, any clue who?" Deceit sighed, his eyes closing. And he saw...

Those beautiful brown eyes, the same color of a perfect cup of coffee, that smile, as if it was pieces together by the gods.

And he could almost hear Remys perfect laugh. "Oh fuck," he said softly, Logan looked up again, humming in question.

"What is the need for profanity?"

"...Remy,"

"Oh...oh, fuck,"

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