[ His gaze is softening now, and though for a moment he does nothing but look at you, when he moves, he moves, finally coming over and catching your arm to pull you upright, protests ( if any ) be damned before he's pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that has all of his heart -- and all of that helplessness -- in it.
When he finally draws back, he's got his gaze fixed on yours, and his hand is still firm on your upper arm. ]
Don't go there. [ He honestly isn't sure if he's reading you right, but he thinks that given recent developments, not just with your father but with Aria Skye in that wheelchair, he's likely close enough. ] Don't think too far and forget that the rest of us are still here.
[ He says that deliberately. Because he can't think on himself gone just yet. Dying once was enough, and this second life has just started. ]
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When he finally draws back, he's got his gaze fixed on yours, and his hand is still firm on your upper arm. ]
Don't go there. [ He honestly isn't sure if he's reading you right, but he thinks that given recent developments, not just with your father but with Aria Skye in that wheelchair, he's likely close enough. ] Don't think too far and forget that the rest of us are still here.
[ He says that deliberately. Because he can't think on himself gone just yet. Dying once was enough, and this second life has just started. ]