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[ The color drains from Gokudera's face with such great speed that he feels it drop down to his stomach, and he stays frozen, hand with the brush poised between the bottle and Tsuna's fingers. His heart's probably pounding but he's honestly sure that he might actually be dead, or might have just disintegrated, particles suddenly unable to hold themselves together, or might have just dissolved into some sort of semi-liquid state and seeped right through the floor.

He's very still for a long while, even as a drop of polish slides down and lands on the table.

Very... very... still... ]