[There have been many occasions in Liem’s life when by necessity, despite his own wants, he had to be cold, had to be hard and cruel and uncaring. And there have been occasions when he chose to be cautious, when he strove to do no harm—only for those in his life to question or even criticize him for holding back. For offering care and consideration when what they wanted was passion and warmth.
He has so rarely ever found himself to simply be enough, but Matt looks up at him with a kind of wary softness, he feels like in this instance at least, he has done the right thing. His fingers stroke the underside of his wrist, where his pulse beats beneath the sheath of bandages, and close loosely around it in a cool, pallid bracelet. Carefully, he coaxes the arm aside, back down to the roof beside his head.
And he leans down, gently, to find his lips again.]
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He has so rarely ever found himself to simply be enough, but Matt looks up at him with a kind of wary softness, he feels like in this instance at least, he has done the right thing. His fingers stroke the underside of his wrist, where his pulse beats beneath the sheath of bandages, and close loosely around it in a cool, pallid bracelet. Carefully, he coaxes the arm aside, back down to the roof beside his head.
And he leans down, gently, to find his lips again.]