[ He raises an arm between them as Takeshi envelops him, curls a fist to press ineffectually against his chest. It's a rebuff he can't commit to. Instead, a trembling whine of helpless protest as comfort goes pressed against his temple, needed and wanted and too much to take. He'd known this kindness was coming. He'd come here for it, hadn't he?
It burns. His free arm wraps around him, clutches at him, taking a fistful of the cloth at his back as Stephen chokes out a breathless sob and just fucking cries. ]
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It burns. His free arm wraps around him, clutches at him, taking a fistful of the cloth at his back as Stephen chokes out a breathless sob and just fucking cries. ]