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Sestro sighed, leaning his head onto Hamifi's chest, hugging her as they both sat on the couch in his hive, watching some television. As the TV's sound prattled on, the show they were watching slowly fizzling into the background of Sestro's thoughts, the heavy weight and pressure of his life and role causing his mind to race, wondering if he'd ever live up to the expectations of his ancestor's legacy.
Hamifi, noticing her matesprit's distress, began to gently run her fingers through Sestro's hair, speaking softly, "What's wrong, Sestro?" She asked, tilting her head slightly as she looked down at him.
Sestro looked up, opening his eyes to make eye contact with Hamifi, "Ah, nothing, just worrying about things I shouldn't be." He shook his head, sitting up a little straighter to rest his head on Hamifi's shoulder. Hamifi sighed and gently placed her hand on Sestro's cheek, tilting his head up to fully face her, "Sestro, just relax. It isn't going to make you any less of a good leader to let yourself be calmer." She smiled softly at him, hoping her words would get across to him.
After a moment of pause, Sestro smiled back at her, his expression softening, "You're right, I need to relax.." Taking in a deep breath, Sestro held it in for a second before letting it out, his face visibly relaxing as he did so. He paused, waiting for a second before opening his eyes again and looking up at Hamifi, who was already looking at him, her gaze soft and warm.
Blinking a few times, Sestro chuckled awkwardly and rubbing the back of his neck, a small blush appearing on his face, "Ah, Well, I guess you were right! That certainly made me feel less tense..." He glanced around before sighing, "Okay, what's with the look?" He asked, tilting his head. Hamifi stared for a single second longer before leaning in and kissing Sestro on the cheek, causing him to become even more flustered, "Oh! Hamifi, if you wanted a kiss, you could've just asked!" He stammered out, his tone making it blatant how off guard that caught him.
Shaking her head, Hamifi let out a soft chuckle, "No, no, that's not the point of it, Sestro. That was just because you looked like you needed a little comfort." She said, her words laced with amusement and genuine love for Sestro. At her words, Sestro smiled softly and leaned his head onto her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her waist and hugging her, "I love you, Hamifi."
"... I love you too, Sestro." Hamifi replied, leaning her head onto his and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, hugging him back. As they both sat there with their arms around each other, watching the show on their TV, they both slowly drifted off to sleep, content in each other's presence, for once not caring about the world around them.