[ His eyes follow that hand, caught unaware, uncertain in his own way, not about the sentiment but his own. Unlike Allen, his feelings never mattered. They were always discounted, his path in life paved for him even before he was born. After living in that kind of environment for so long, he simply stopped feeling when he realized what he wanted didn't matter.
Not unless he made it matter.
What was worth fighting for? How far was he willing to go to make his feelings known? To give them voice? So far, he's only fought that uphill battle for his family. Would he forgive his father? Himself? What of his brother? His mother? How did he feel about them?
This isn't the same thing.
What he felt for Allen wasn't the same thing he felt for his family, not entirely. With his stomach turning in knots, he lets Allen pull him into his space. Their temples touch and he stares at him. This close-up, it's impossible to miss that look of wonderment in those stormy eyes. They glitter like the stars. He thinks, captivated by his confidence. ]
you are making him question so many things...
Not unless he made it matter.
What was worth fighting for? How far was he willing to go to make his feelings known? To give them voice? So far, he's only fought that uphill battle for his family. Would he forgive his father? Himself? What of his brother? His mother? How did he feel about them?
This isn't the same thing.
What he felt for Allen wasn't the same thing he felt for his family, not entirely. With his stomach turning in knots, he lets Allen pull him into his space. Their temples touch and he stares at him. This close-up, it's impossible to miss that look of wonderment in those stormy eyes. They glitter like the stars. He thinks, captivated by his confidence. ]
How... are you so sure?