[ before these last few weeks he’d thought maybe it would be better if something had hurt him. Now, his chest tightens again that someone would care if it did. Someone who is smiling at him like he matters.
A moment of guilt seizes him, like he’s somehow deceived this man, but…how? Olivine has seen more of him than anyone in months. Transformation and all.
He misses Olivine’s hands immediately, but gratefully takes the clean clothing. ] I can wait.
[ Truthfully, Olivine’s cooking surpassed his own, and having someone cook for him is still a novelty.
Modesty already gone, he proceeds to dress where they are, trying not to stare too much as the other gets to work. He’s just…glad he’s still here. Glad he’s real. ]
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A moment of guilt seizes him, like he’s somehow deceived this man, but…how? Olivine has seen more of him than anyone in months. Transformation and all.
He misses Olivine’s hands immediately, but gratefully takes the clean clothing. ] I can wait.
[ Truthfully, Olivine’s cooking surpassed his own, and having someone cook for him is still a novelty.
Modesty already gone, he proceeds to dress where they are, trying not to stare too much as the other gets to work. He’s just…glad he’s still here. Glad he’s real. ]