[ he has about as long as abel hesitates to feel — something. the briefest of fears of rejection, some embarrassment, something closer to shame, all at the same time. he swallows down that earlier worry with the intention of apologizing, letting the other man go, because he really is okay...
but before he can get there, and before abel even speaks, the bond tells him everything he needs to know, doesn't it? so he...breathes out. sets aside whatever's left of his own honeycake, once they got distracted by more serious confessions. feels that warm fondness and, for once, lets himself have this. so he's pliable about moving to lay down as directed, even being tucked in like a child with a fever. ]
Okay. [ softly, with a flush of hesitant gratitude radiating off him. ] Okay. Thank you.
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but before he can get there, and before abel even speaks, the bond tells him everything he needs to know, doesn't it? so he...breathes out. sets aside whatever's left of his own honeycake, once they got distracted by more serious confessions. feels that warm fondness and, for once, lets himself have this. so he's pliable about moving to lay down as directed, even being tucked in like a child with a fever. ]
Okay. [ softly, with a flush of hesitant gratitude radiating off him. ] Okay. Thank you.