[ He feels small, embarrassed, like he’s ventured somewhere he shouldn’t and gotten caught. He doesn’t push away Sylvain’s words though. It would be too much like rejection.
Instead, his hand comes to fold over the other’s, nodding slowly, taking steadying breaths. ]
You turn towards me [ He repeats in a whisper, like it’s some illicit secret, like he’s taking space he shouldn’t. But at least this time he’s aware that’s another life talking. What matters is what Sylvain thinks is true, and it’s so clear he believes this.
Basch finds his lips again, tender and sweet. ] and I’m proud of you, and grateful for your trust, love.
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Instead, his hand comes to fold over the other’s, nodding slowly, taking steadying breaths. ]
You turn towards me [ He repeats in a whisper, like it’s some illicit secret, like he’s taking space he shouldn’t. But at least this time he’s aware that’s another life talking. What matters is what Sylvain thinks is true, and it’s so clear he believes this.
Basch finds his lips again, tender and sweet. ] and I’m proud of you, and grateful for your trust, love.