Don't hide from me. [ He says that softly, gaze averting as he traces a finger on your cheek. He doesn't have the right words to articulate out loud why this matters to him, but your hesitation prompts a twinge in his chest. This is a thing that hurts you -- this place, the way it takes the way you look out of your control.
He threads your fingers together, brings them to his lips. ]
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He threads your fingers together, brings them to his lips. ]
Please, don't hide from me.