[The cloud of guilt still sits heavy on him, though, in how his eyes still can't quite meet Temenos's and how one hand twists like a vice against his own shirt.
...
But he feels the heat and weight of that grip, and his free hand slides up to meet it, numbly placing his own palm over the priest's touch as his eyes close.]
...
It's okay. Sometimes... solutions aren't what people need.
[A beat, and his eyes open to try and meet Temenos's. Beel has never been the most expressive, but those emotions that pop up can't be hidden. The gratitude that softens his gaze now is no exception.]
I'm glad you're a kind man. I'm grateful you take me seriously. I feel... proud, when you have faith in me.
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I want to hope you're right.
[The cloud of guilt still sits heavy on him, though, in how his eyes still can't quite meet Temenos's and how one hand twists like a vice against his own shirt.
...
But he feels the heat and weight of that grip, and his free hand slides up to meet it, numbly placing his own palm over the priest's touch as his eyes close.]
...
It's okay. Sometimes... solutions aren't what people need.
[A beat, and his eyes open to try and meet Temenos's. Beel has never been the most expressive, but those emotions that pop up can't be hidden. The gratitude that softens his gaze now is no exception.]
I'm glad you're a kind man. I'm grateful you take me seriously. I feel... proud, when you have faith in me.