[It's been a long morning, a lot of feelings, a lot of piecing together of time he can't remember and of sensations and colors and the horrible, horrible taste that felt too much like a bad dream. Those in his cabana feel like his brothers, Nona the ghost of a ghost, people to protect. People who cared for him, but that he held unspoken responsibility to be a strength for, even now. To swallow the extent of his feelings, for their sake, was a given. It had to be.
It's this touch, the feel of the warmth and the gentleness, the cadence of voice without judgement, that cracks him just slightly. His hands grip firmer, and though he contains the shuddering of his shoulders, his entire expression still tightens from where it stays buried against Temenos, lips pressed thin and jaw tensed, the burning tension in his throat matching the heat gathering against his own eyes.]
I...
[It's a crack of a noise, as the demon swallows it back, shaking his head fervently.]
I could have ruined everything. I could have lost what was dear to me again.
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It's this touch, the feel of the warmth and the gentleness, the cadence of voice without judgement, that cracks him just slightly. His hands grip firmer, and though he contains the shuddering of his shoulders, his entire expression still tightens from where it stays buried against Temenos, lips pressed thin and jaw tensed, the burning tension in his throat matching the heat gathering against his own eyes.]
I...
[It's a crack of a noise, as the demon swallows it back, shaking his head fervently.]
I could have ruined everything. I could have lost what was dear to me again.
He was right.