[shifting, he reaches out with one hand to trail his fingertips across the back of Hans's hand. he doesn't trust himself to speak immediately, knows how selfish his wishes are - that Hans stay, that something in the world change that they might live together sooner than this. there's so much in his heart, and he can't put it into words - only raise up Hans's hand to press a kiss to the back of it.
don't leave me yet. he might as well have said it aloud. for all his cleverness and strength and logical mind, his heart is as Hans has always known it to be - trusting, caring, and emotional. all of it written out in his expression, his body in private, since there's no need to hide it.]
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don't leave me yet. he might as well have said it aloud. for all his cleverness and strength and logical mind, his heart is as Hans has always known it to be - trusting, caring, and emotional. all of it written out in his expression, his body in private, since there's no need to hide it.]