[ he knows the way she clings to him. He’s done it before, always without meaning to. It’s the clutch of someone who has lost too much, held it back but had it shaken loose for whatever reason.
He strokes her hair with one hand, kissing her head and keeping her secure with the other. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t doing something for him to be held this intensely. It’s not about him, he knows, but it’s such a kind and intimate touch.
When he speaks it’s low and gentle. ]
I’ll stay, Aerith. I’d like to. We can sit like this as long as you wish, and when you’re ready, why don’t we take all these things off, and I’ll lie with you? Like this again if you want, or just to sleep. It makes me no difference.
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Date: 2024-01-13 12:31 am (UTC)He strokes her hair with one hand, kissing her head and keeping her secure with the other. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t doing something for him to be held this intensely. It’s not about him, he knows, but it’s such a kind and intimate touch.
When he speaks it’s low and gentle. ]
I’ll stay, Aerith. I’d like to. We can sit like this as long as you wish, and when you’re ready, why don’t we take all these things off, and I’ll lie with you? Like this again if you want, or just to sleep. It makes me no difference.