[ That nagging that he had been swallowing down is a little hard to ignore. Blooming like a flower, tilting itself in a sort of heliotropism toward emotions he was trying to ignore. Ever leaning him toward Marc in a way that was undoubtedly not healthy but almost impossible to ignore. Something he had resigned himself to in a quiet way, in spite of his better interests. It was so much easier to be brave when the problem was a jackal he could run from or punch; everything felt so much more difficult and delicate with Marc. ]
Marc...[ And for a bit, that's all he can think to say because he can feel those little braces he'd put up beginning to collapse, that barrier to the last little bit of his heart beginning to crumble like sands sliding down the dunes. ] I'm sorry I...[ Wasn't really listening before? Was so caught up in his own feelings and nonsense to give him the credit he deserved?
None of it sounds good, so he doesn't say those things. Instead, he presses on. ] I wish I could hug you again.
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Marc... [ And for a bit, that's all he can think to say because he can feel those little braces he'd put up beginning to collapse, that barrier to the last little bit of his heart beginning to crumble like sands sliding down the dunes. ] I'm sorry I...[ Wasn't really listening before? Was so caught up in his own feelings and nonsense to give him the credit he deserved?
None of it sounds good, so he doesn't say those things. Instead, he presses on. ] I wish I could hug you again.