[ The progression from pressed foreheads to brushing lips is so natural that Kaspar accepts it on instinct. No tensing or flinching, just the casual and slightest of presses back against the affection. This is his first here. And it makes his heart skip a beat, unsure how he'd forgotten what that feels like.
It's been so long since he's felt actual lips against his own, however briefly and lightly. He blinks back the tears again. If this were anyone else, he'd have pulled back to nod or fluidly make his exit. To let the tears flow freely alone. But he hardly feels alone at all anymore living here. And it is hard to nod with an occupied forehead.
Trahearne is his first kiss here and is now the first to hear the vulnerability in Kaspar's voice when he truly forces himself past his capacity for words. With the two of them here, alone and close in their own newly tranquil world, at least his throat doesn't feel like it is closing. ]
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It's been so long since he's felt actual lips against his own, however briefly and lightly. He blinks back the tears again. If this were anyone else, he'd have pulled back to nod or fluidly make his exit. To let the tears flow freely alone. But he hardly feels alone at all anymore living here. And it is hard to nod with an occupied forehead.
Trahearne is his first kiss here and is now the first to hear the vulnerability in Kaspar's voice when he truly forces himself past his capacity for words. With the two of them here, alone and close in their own newly tranquil world, at least his throat doesn't feel like it is closing. ]
... I, should do the same.
[ He admits, but doesn't move away. ]