[ The kiss to his crown earns a shaky breath. When Takeshi gets up Stephen sits there in his absence like a boy, a little lost, trusting in somebody who knows better to come back with a remedy.
He huffs a damp and grateful laugh when Takeshi sits back down beside him with water and handkerchief and he finally recognises that feeling for what it was. Takes the water, and a sip, then accepts the handkerchief to dab away some of the evidence of his lost grip. He's embarrassed. It's a rare enough feeling that he doesn't mind it, exactly. Or perhaps it's just that he's too spent to care. ]
Thank you. [ He coaxes himself into casting a glance at Takeshi over another sip of water, hands full of all the evidence of his care. Wry, trying to take a little of the danger out of the moment now it's mostly over, projecting okay, I'm okay: ] Been sitting on that for a while.
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He huffs a damp and grateful laugh when Takeshi sits back down beside him with water and handkerchief and he finally recognises that feeling for what it was. Takes the water, and a sip, then accepts the handkerchief to dab away some of the evidence of his lost grip. He's embarrassed. It's a rare enough feeling that he doesn't mind it, exactly. Or perhaps it's just that he's too spent to care. ]
Thank you. [ He coaxes himself into casting a glance at Takeshi over another sip of water, hands full of all the evidence of his care. Wry, trying to take a little of the danger out of the moment now it's mostly over, projecting okay, I'm okay: ] Been sitting on that for a while.