[ When she lets out a sigh of relief, he can feel a coil of tension unfurl. She's shown time and again that she understands; each moment gives him confidence that this is a good choice. They'll figure this out on their own time, without one being too pushy.
Of course, when she closes her eyes and hums, he feels like he's suffocating, emotions welling up with such intensity. She's the picture of contentment, cheek pressed to his touch. Warmth bleeds through his glove.
And then the moment goes stilted, just a bit, "love" mentioned like a fact. Maybe he's reading between the lines too much. Maybe it was the closest word to what she wanted to say.
Maybe he needs to stop himself from saying something too soon, too close to his core. ]
His hands aren't fast enough. [ And that completes the joke at Wylan's expense. Sorry not sorry, merchling. ]
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Of course, when she closes her eyes and hums, he feels like he's suffocating, emotions welling up with such intensity. She's the picture of contentment, cheek pressed to his touch. Warmth bleeds through his glove.
And then the moment goes stilted, just a bit, "love" mentioned like a fact. Maybe he's reading between the lines too much. Maybe it was the closest word to what she wanted to say.
Maybe he needs to stop himself from saying something too soon, too close to his core. ]
His hands aren't fast enough. [ And that completes the joke at Wylan's expense. Sorry not sorry, merchling. ]