[ Still you. Still himself. Still unchanged in spite of how it must look to her. The holes in the stories he's told. The holes those stories left in him.
His breath leaves him in a little rush when her arms come around him. And then he's kissing her back; heated, desperate. He never wants to stop. ]
It's okay. I'm- I'm alright, I- [ He wants to tell her he isn't ashamed. That it only hurt when he'd thought she wouldn't understand. That he hadn't known. He hadn't known until this moment how badly he needed to hear it. To know that she wants him anyway.
He crushes her to his chest instead, holding her tight against him for a moment, closing his eyes at the feel of her skin on his. ]
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His breath leaves him in a little rush when her arms come around him. And then he's kissing her back; heated, desperate. He never wants to stop. ]
It's okay. I'm- I'm alright, I- [ He wants to tell her he isn't ashamed. That it only hurt when he'd thought she wouldn't understand. That he hadn't known. He hadn't known until this moment how badly he needed to hear it. To know that she wants him anyway.
He crushes her to his chest instead, holding her tight against him for a moment, closing his eyes at the feel of her skin on his. ]
Thank you.