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They breathe heavily against each other, Ramsay's muscles straining to hold him up.
He leans against Theon’s chest for a few minutes before he breathes out; "I love you."
Theon doesn't seem to notice. Or pretends not to, seeing as he's only inches away. He's staring out onto a empty wall, glassy eyes remembering someone from the past.
It hurts for Ramsay to breathe.
Sometimes live.