[ it's the most of a confession that he could give, for all the little that he understands what to do about any of this, with what they're doing, with what he's feeling for her, with how it's all ties in together with what they're doing in this place and what it's supposed to be mean outside of it. everything about this is shaky and uncertain, and the outcome of it all is too much of a mystery considering what they're all trying to bargain for.
but one thing he knows for sure is what he has now, in the soft slide of her fingers over his skin, in the way she ducks her head to hide a bigger smile that he knows is there.
a part of him wants to kiss her, to just kiss her without stopping, taste her lips until he can no longer breathe, but another part of him just wants to look at her like this, to memorize every piece of her, every twist of her smile, every soft glint of her eyes, store it all in his dhf so it never leaves his memory, even when he leaves this place. ]
Trust me. If I got sick of someone, you'd know.
[ it's not like he's one to hide it if someone were to really bother him, most of what he puts up with in terms of the station's company making it evident that he doesn't actually mind them as much as his responses might typically suggest.
with her hand on his, he uses that contact to carefully raise her hand up to hide face, lips gentle to a knuckle. ] I'm just ... glad you've stuck around me.
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but one thing he knows for sure is what he has now, in the soft slide of her fingers over his skin, in the way she ducks her head to hide a bigger smile that he knows is there.
a part of him wants to kiss her, to just kiss her without stopping, taste her lips until he can no longer breathe, but another part of him just wants to look at her like this, to memorize every piece of her, every twist of her smile, every soft glint of her eyes, store it all in his dhf so it never leaves his memory, even when he leaves this place. ]
Trust me. If I got sick of someone, you'd know.
[ it's not like he's one to hide it if someone were to really bother him, most of what he puts up with in terms of the station's company making it evident that he doesn't actually mind them as much as his responses might typically suggest.
with her hand on his, he uses that contact to carefully raise her hand up to hide face, lips gentle to a knuckle. ] I'm just ... glad you've stuck around me.