[ Kaspar holds him as long as he likes, those words prompting a gentle squeeze. Quiet and content with their temples resting, the sentiment he feels in the other's voice and hold on him is contagious; welling his eyes with tears that he closes his eyes against.
He isn't sure what posesses him in the warm silence that follows the admission. Impulse and utter relief at the truth he senses in those words has him turning his head after a beat. Raising his heels just enough, he moves to press his lips to Trahearne's temple.
His arms are occupied, but Kaspar's aim is to press their foreheads together in the wake of it, gently with a small and grateful smile. His eyes are still wet, but he is searching again. As if he can read Trahearne's thoughts through his eyes. ]
🐛🌲🌌🌠🌚🌠🌌🌲🐛
He isn't sure what posesses him in the warm silence that follows the admission. Impulse and utter relief at the truth he senses in those words has him turning his head after a beat. Raising his heels just enough, he moves to press his lips to Trahearne's temple.
His arms are occupied, but Kaspar's aim is to press their foreheads together in the wake of it, gently with a small and grateful smile. His eyes are still wet, but he is searching again. As if he can read Trahearne's thoughts through his eyes. ]
... are you, still tired?