[it's always felt dangerous to do, is the thing. safer to leave it at what they always do, at teasing and making out and sex, and not allow too much of the affection. the closeness, the softness-- the openness, primarily.
but after his two-month absence last week, after thancred nearly tried to sacrifice himself and then came back so hurt...
he can't bring himself to deny thancred what he's wanted. he's realizing it's already too late; he already wants more of this himself.]
...thought I might, too. [he admits, quiet.] But- you wanted it.
[what he leaves unsaid, what thancred may read into it anyway: and i couldn't tell you no.]
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but after his two-month absence last week, after thancred nearly tried to sacrifice himself and then came back so hurt...
he can't bring himself to deny thancred what he's wanted. he's realizing it's already too late; he already wants more of this himself.]
...thought I might, too. [he admits, quiet.] But- you wanted it.
[what he leaves unsaid, what thancred may read into it anyway: and i couldn't tell you no.]