[ it’s interesting how quickly the panic disappears when the other is close again. his weight in itself is comforting but when arms wrap around him and their eyes meet…
…he isn’t sure what to call this. It’s complicated, for sure, and he isn’t sure what lines he shouldn’t cross or what would be acceptable…but none of that seems to matter when fingers run through his hair.
None of it matters. Not right then. It’s such a simple sort of affection but he feels safe, and warm despite Baein lacking temperature at all beyond the warmth he’s offering him.
He tips his chin and brushes their noses together with a warm little sound and closes his eyes. ]
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…he isn’t sure what to call this. It’s complicated, for sure, and he isn’t sure what lines he shouldn’t cross or what would be acceptable…but none of that seems to matter when fingers run through his hair.
None of it matters. Not right then. It’s such a simple sort of affection but he feels safe, and warm despite Baein lacking temperature at all beyond the warmth he’s offering him.
He tips his chin and brushes their noses together with a warm little sound and closes his eyes. ]
You’re feeling it too, right…?