[on the other end of the line, Magnus beams, summer-sun bright, even without all that purple-prose building him up. Odin's excess, while fun at times and overwhelming at others, isn't half so poignant as this moment -- easy and real, two things which Magnus gravitates to, much more strongly. he's always been stark and straightforward, never been the type for Big and Showy; he's happy in this simpler moment, shared with his dear friend, about his best one]
Um. It does. I am. [he sounds much more bowled over than the shortness of the phrases might imply -- but the shortness of breath does. Alex always knocks the wind out of him] I'm gonna, um, start making lunch for us... thanks, Odin. Um. Let me know about stuff, okay?
[ Odin really is doing his best to keep this overwhelming, heart-swelling joy to himself - seeing firsthand just how much Magnus cares about Alex is killing him, a little bit - but he can't help but laugh, just a little, feeling himself tear up a bit because he's always fucking tearing up when he's happy these days. He wipes his eyes with the palm of his hand and nods a lot into his phone. ]
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Um. It does. I am. [he sounds much more bowled over than the shortness of the phrases might imply -- but the shortness of breath does. Alex always knocks the wind out of him] I'm gonna, um, start making lunch for us... thanks, Odin. Um. Let me know about stuff, okay?
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Okay! Okay. I will. Have a good meal, bro.
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