[ The sting of tears in his eyes was already bad while you were holding on to him, and it becomes right about unbearable the moment you reel him in. Then you kiss him, and you touch him, and it's like those simple things were all it took for him to start to break down.
You tell him that you know what you're getting into, and Elaine knows that he'd love to throw care to wind, take that leap of faith and believe you. Things have gotten too fucked up too many times, though, and he's missed one too many chances, and you're just so good to him and human, and he --
One sob rips through his lungs and past his throat once you tell him that you want him, and it's quickly followed by another, and another. To look at you means to look at the sum of his world, right alongside the fact that one day, no matter how hard he tries, he will lose you. That might just color every moment the two of you have left, and as things are, there will only be a few of those to go around.
He's crying in earnest by the time he slumps against you, forehead pressed to yours, hands clinging tight to your wrists. He's run out of protests. You won't back down, and - even if he hates himself for it - he can eventually let himself be happy about that. For now, though... ]
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You tell him that you know what you're getting into, and Elaine knows that he'd love to throw care to wind, take that leap of faith and believe you. Things have gotten too fucked up too many times, though, and he's missed one too many chances, and you're just so good to him and human, and he --
One sob rips through his lungs and past his throat once you tell him that you want him, and it's quickly followed by another, and another. To look at you means to look at the sum of his world, right alongside the fact that one day, no matter how hard he tries, he will lose you. That might just color every moment the two of you have left, and as things are, there will only be a few of those to go around.
He's crying in earnest by the time he slumps against you, forehead pressed to yours, hands clinging tight to your wrists. He's run out of protests. You won't back down, and - even if he hates himself for it - he can eventually let himself be happy about that. For now, though... ]