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﹐ * the𝖜ingedh͟ero. ݁ ݁݁
@zephyrwings
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Pulling @zephyrwings in for a new years kiss.

" time for new years stuff. " Very small twirls. " you're all mine for it. "

Scooping @zephyrwings up

It was the sniff that catches his attack. The sinking pit in his stomach seems to drop to his feet. It was the last thing he wanted to do. To hurt him. So , against his better judgement , he turns around. His arms wound around him and pulls him close. He didn't care ,

⠀ He hears the shuffle. But he waits. His eyes closed. Sleep not coming to him. It never did when they where fighting. He evens his breathing. Mentally starts to count to ten. He wants to turn around. To comfort him. To tell him that's he's sorry for being dumb and ,

He resigns to this will how it'll be for the night. He can only hope things will return to normal in the morning. So he turns over. His back against his. Sleep isn't going to come easy for him.

He just let's him. He just ... wanted to find a way to fix things between them. Starting to remind him of his childhood home.

If he wanted to be petty , he would say his name. His full name. But he doesnt. He just switches shorts out for briefs then slides into the bed. Maybe he'll make it uncomfortably hot. But even then, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not to him.

⠀ And there's the long sigh. He releases him. " Yea. sure. Since I know everything we don't have to talk about it. " He finally huffed. He's doing his best to ... not lose it. To not be like his father. But he feels cornered. Like he's not getting anywhere. ,

⠀ He sighed softly. " Hey. " Said softly. " I'm sorry. " Softly , sincere. He wraps his arms around him. Holds firm and tight. Didn't mind that he didn't hug him back. He was just happy ... to have him here. " I'll listen if you want to talk. " ⠀ ,

⠀ He knows him better than that. He can see that it doesn't quiet reach his eyes. He can see that it's still bothering him. Rightly so. But , he's doing the best he can to make it better. He wasn't sure what he could do more at this point. Maybe ,

He had assumed hawks meant hero society in general. Not his own personal feelings. Touya is aware of how deep those scars run. But he can't be a mind reader either. He takes a sharp inhale. His own arms now wounding around himself. Its loose at best. ,


