Oh, don't mind me. [ It's a comfort, and he knows he shouldn't be doing it, but at the moment, he doesn't really care. Joshua listens, face buried in the crook of Neku's neck, to the faint strains of his city. For now, Neku is the only one he trusts enough to get this close to, to actually draw out his Music and, in a small sense, rely on it. ]
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