[ Being held so tenderly, like he hasn't felt in over a decade. The sound of a voice he dreams about. These are the things that settle the turmoil twisting inside of him. That he clung to as a child, that he clings to now. Less evident in the subtle way he leans against his cheek and breathes in the warm breath of someone dear to him.
This time there's no swing of the pendulum in the knowing. No overwhelming feeling that wrenches free his control. This time, there's only the feeling of home. The place he wants to be. And it's in this knowing that his quirk - active still with Allen so close - finds equilibrium.
He leans over the tub to meet him halfway and speaks near his ear, finding comfort in the cuff that once belonged to him. ]
When I lost control... I was thinking of you. How much I... liked that you--that I didn't make you uneasy.
[ There's a silence after that. A moment taken to figure out his words. ]
Like I did with my mom.
[ A surge of something good tainted by the past. ]
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This time there's no swing of the pendulum in the knowing. No overwhelming feeling that wrenches free his control. This time, there's only the feeling of home. The place he wants to be. And it's in this knowing that his quirk - active still with Allen so close - finds equilibrium.
He leans over the tub to meet him halfway and speaks near his ear, finding comfort in the cuff that once belonged to him. ]
When I lost control... I was thinking of you. How much I... liked that you--that I didn't make you uneasy.
[ There's a silence after that. A moment taken to figure out his words. ]
Like I did with my mom.
[ A surge of something good tainted by the past. ]