[He wasn't sure how Varian as going to react to his confession. The self-hatred in him was already bracing for the worst, expecting Varian to get mad at the deception, the manipulation.

...He wasn't expecting for Varian to take his hand, to say words of reassurance. Acceptance. Understanding. He was clearly talking out of experience too. It wasn't just rose-colored goggles born of infatuation.

Jun lets out a sigh, relenting. ]

Quite the pair we make.

[He'll slowly give a squeeze back of that hand. ]

... Alright, as long as you're sure you're fine with what I do. With all your talk of wanting to be a better person, I was getting a little worried I'd only be dragging you back down to the shadows with me.