He...really enjoys this contact. Bright yellow eyes pierce the darkness as he sits there, quietly admiring Syrlya. He doesn't realize when his hand comes up to cradle the other's again. ]
I--
[ His lips part, a million and one wants blooming and shriveling in his throat before he can find the words to express them.
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He...really enjoys this contact. Bright yellow eyes pierce the darkness as he sits there, quietly admiring Syrlya. He doesn't realize when his hand comes up to cradle the other's again. ]
I--
[ His lips part, a million and one wants blooming and shriveling in his throat before he can find the words to express them.
Eventually, he does speak. ]
Will you be all right going back on your own?
[ Of course he will be, but. ]