You understand that you should let go of me... to protect yourself.
( his hands fiddle with the jacket, his thumb prodding into the fabric as he traces the number etched into it. he can't stop wondering why this is back in his possession, but as he looks up to see him smile...
it feels almost too familiar. )
Holding onto me is why...
( he lifts his organic hand, raising it towards rokkun's neck... he's hesitant, but a few inches away before touching. maybe it's talking to him that calms him, had this been his first rodeo, maybe he would have broke down completely, but...
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( his hands fiddle with the jacket, his thumb prodding into the fabric as he traces the number etched into it. he can't stop wondering why this is back in his possession, but as he looks up to see him smile...
it feels almost too familiar. )
Holding onto me is why...
( he lifts his organic hand, raising it towards rokkun's neck... he's hesitant, but a few inches away before touching. maybe it's talking to him that calms him, had this been his first rodeo, maybe he would have broke down completely, but...
he lives off hope. )
How does it feel?