[ he didn’t want to say no, either— he’d get worse if he did. so the answer comes easily enough, albeit with a concerned pause— he nods against fabric, his own chest feeling tight. ]
We could . . . Try talking about other things, tonight. Or watch a movie. [ he could try and bring his attention to other places, because it surely wouldn’t help to think about something there was no way back from. falco lifts his head from the chest he had earlier placed himself upon, easing his hand upon him and— kind of grimacing when his fingerprints leave little wet stains behind. ] I don’t want to stay far, either.
[ that makes his hesitation stretch, though, but only because he goes thoughtful, using the pause both for time to think as much as to wipe at his stinging eyes. ]
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We could . . . Try talking about other things, tonight. Or watch a movie. [ he could try and bring his attention to other places, because it surely wouldn’t help to think about something there was no way back from. falco lifts his head from the chest he had earlier placed himself upon, easing his hand upon him and— kind of grimacing when his fingerprints leave little wet stains behind. ] I don’t want to stay far, either.
[ that makes his hesitation stretch, though, but only because he goes thoughtful, using the pause both for time to think as much as to wipe at his stinging eyes. ]