[It's better already, he thinks, as she evidently makes a decision. Comes to him with confidence. She's pushing at something, though. A truth that maybe she'd gleaned from his mind, in the tangle and pulse of the connection the spores had strung between them.
He doesn't turn away from it. Chin tipped up by her touch, he meets her eyes steadily.]
It can be.
[Lonely, and miserable. Like grief, a weight and a wound carried forever.
His hands find her hips. Pull her more firmly down over him.]
Unless you know the other person's longing, too. That you'll both find relief, eventually.
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He doesn't turn away from it. Chin tipped up by her touch, he meets her eyes steadily.]
It can be.
[Lonely, and miserable. Like grief, a weight and a wound carried forever.
His hands find her hips. Pull her more firmly down over him.]
Unless you know the other person's longing, too. That you'll both find relief, eventually.