Date: 2021-02-24 03:43 am (UTC)
bouchonne: (melancholy)
From: [personal profile] bouchonne
[ He closes his eyes briefly at that. Takes in a breath. ]

I don't - want to make you afraid.

[ More than that: If he makes her afraid, it will shatter him. If he makes her afraid, he will want to cut out his own fucking tongue. But that's not the sort of thought you speak aloud to someone you're trying to calm, is it?

He turns, pulls himself from the bed. He should, at the very least, put some clothes on. His arms are freezing. ]


We don't have to. Just - you wanted to before.
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