[ A good sound. A good sight. Bastien kisses him—quick and giddy, made a little sloppy by the fact that he’s laughing too—and settles both arms around him.
He’s quiet for a moment after, and comfortable and content, and then he says, ]
I can’t see inside your head, By. I don’t know if your feelings are something you should worry about or if they’re—if you think there is something wrong about you, so you think there has to be something wrong about whatever you feel. But you won’t hurt me.
—or, I mean, maybe a little. I plan to do a lot of rolling around with you, and you have those pointy elbows.
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Date: 2020-11-11 11:33 pm (UTC)He’s quiet for a moment after, and comfortable and content, and then he says, ]
I can’t see inside your head, By. I don’t know if your feelings are something you should worry about or if they’re—if you think there is something wrong about you, so you think there has to be something wrong about whatever you feel. But you won’t hurt me.
—or, I mean, maybe a little. I plan to do a lot of rolling around with you, and you have those pointy elbows.