[sometimes, he feels impossibly fragile. like spun glass, all his strength given up to Hans who never breaks him, but treats him softly, sweetly, whispers du to him and soothes the longing he's preparing himself to feel.
he's too sentimental at partings, even if they have reunions already promised. or maybe it's the talk that's been swirling around their houses, as if they were children who couldn't be trusted to make their own decisions. it makes him want to rebel, to say things he knows are too harsh, to do something reckless - yet in Hans's presence, he can't figure out what that might be, beyond staying near.]
I just might. You wouldn't know until I showed up and darkened the doorstep.
[in words that might breeze past his feelings, the affection is returned - before he makes a move to shift even closer, so that their legs touch each other. the contact eases his thoughts even as his heart flutters for it.]
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he's too sentimental at partings, even if they have reunions already promised. or maybe it's the talk that's been swirling around their houses, as if they were children who couldn't be trusted to make their own decisions. it makes him want to rebel, to say things he knows are too harsh, to do something reckless - yet in Hans's presence, he can't figure out what that might be, beyond staying near.]
I just might. You wouldn't know until I showed up and darkened the doorstep.
[in words that might breeze past his feelings, the affection is returned - before he makes a move to shift even closer, so that their legs touch each other. the contact eases his thoughts even as his heart flutters for it.]