[ He seems to be finding his anchor, slowly, and Allen holds him a little tighter for a moment in a reassuring squeeze, cheek to cheek. Half for himself as much as anything maybe because of that admission, a little overwhelmed himself that the thing that tipped him over the edge was the realization how much he liked the idea of someone finding peace in his presence like that. It doesn't take a genius to realize that's because it isn't something he's used to-- or even thought was possible.
Especially not when that's something that he, of all people, gets.
Why else is the concept of "home" one that always floors Allen more than any other, after all? Razes him to the point where you could knock him over with a feather. It's precious because it's something so rare, something that was so far out of reach, that he put it on a pedestal.
He stills lightly at that though, eyes flickering towards him even if he can't see with how close they are. Like he did with her? You... think you made her uneasy? ]
Your mother? [ He hesitates. Landmines, but... That's so surprising, with how you've always spoken of her. How her voice was such a gentle and calm guiding presence in the nightmare.
This is why, too, isn't it?
His fingers brush lightly along the shorter hairs at the back of his neck, softly thoughtful before he lets his palm rest lightly there. ]
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Especially not when that's something that he, of all people, gets.
Why else is the concept of "home" one that always floors Allen more than any other, after all? Razes him to the point where you could knock him over with a feather. It's precious because it's something so rare, something that was so far out of reach, that he put it on a pedestal.
He stills lightly at that though, eyes flickering towards him even if he can't see with how close they are. Like he did with her? You... think you made her uneasy? ]
Your mother? [ He hesitates. Landmines, but... That's so surprising, with how you've always spoken of her. How her voice was such a gentle and calm guiding presence in the nightmare.
This is why, too, isn't it?
His fingers brush lightly along the shorter hairs at the back of his neck, softly thoughtful before he lets his palm rest lightly there. ]
Why do you think you made her uneasy...?