He threw his head back and laughed, the mirth tickling his insides and tears forming in his eyes. A pleasant warmth seemed to emanate from the wonderful people around him and he wished he could stay right here right now forever.
Perhaps it was love, he thought as his laughter subsided and he leaned forwards to hear the rest of the story. Not romantic love, but friendly love, platonic love. A deep care which tied everyone at the table together and gave a sense of belonging. His heart swelled and he could kiss the woman in front of him as she finished telling him about her silly brother. Of course that would be inappropriate, so instead, smiling, he began his own entertaining tale of a family member.
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