[ Later, he wants to ask the whole story behind the scars later. He'll be able to explore them soon either way. Now is for following wherever his partner wants to go, and using his free hand to pluck the hairclip from his hair. That can go on the dresser for safekeeping too, freed strands of turquoise falling down to frame his face.
He looks up, somehow patiently and eagerly at once. ]
Special. Wanted. Loved. [ Despite how warm his face is, how warm his whole body feels at the moment, the words come out confidently. Not stilted, but weighted. He's been learning these past weeks, but the past two in particular, about how to speak with his whole heart.
Though there's other things he wants to be doing with his lips more. As eager to please as he is, he waits to allow space for any more words. There might not be much room for them soon, between them after all. ]
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He looks up, somehow patiently and eagerly at once. ]
Special. Wanted. Loved. [ Despite how warm his face is, how warm his whole body feels at the moment, the words come out confidently. Not stilted, but weighted. He's been learning these past weeks, but the past two in particular, about how to speak with his whole heart.
Though there's other things he wants to be doing with his lips more. As eager to please as he is, he waits to allow space for any more words. There might not be much room for them soon, between them after all. ]