[ It's such a gentle request but it's one that brings Allen up to a full stop too, hesitating with an expression both so caught and so fragile. Hard to read. Before, you'd said something along those lines too... "I want to know you. Good or bad." And he blinks, realizing something quite suddenly. You...
...you so rarely ask for anything, but you asked for that. He's left stunned enough he can barely appreciate the warmth that seeps in again, chasing away some of the chill. That truth is so ugly though. But...
But I saw your ugly truths already, too. ]
...mm. [ A complicated look flickers across his face, eyes hooding softly. Acceptance, sorrow, awe, gratitude, affection... He squeezes his hands tenderly in acknowledgement—and thanks. ] I'll tell you later.
I don't mind if it's you. [ He says it so gently, and so plainly. ]
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...you so rarely ask for anything, but you asked for that. He's left stunned enough he can barely appreciate the warmth that seeps in again, chasing away some of the chill. That truth is so ugly though. But...
But I saw your ugly truths already, too. ]
...mm. [ A complicated look flickers across his face, eyes hooding softly. Acceptance, sorrow, awe, gratitude, affection... He squeezes his hands tenderly in acknowledgement—and thanks. ] I'll tell you later.
I don't mind if it's you. [ He says it so gently, and so plainly. ]