[He can't decide between smiling and crying from hearing something like that so in the end he doesn't do either of those things. Maverick breathes shakily as he brings their joined hands up to his lips so he can gently kiss their fingers. As much of them as he wants... He can't say he's ever been faced with that kind of possibility before, or know what he's meant to do. Thanking them seems weird, so he distracts his lips from the impulse by trailing more kisses along their skin -- side of their hand, wrist... He rests his temple against the back of their hand then, holding them close.]
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All of you. I want all of you.