[ His eyes snap open, wide-eyed and taken aback. It feels like a sucker punch to the gut and tips off another avalanche of emotions he's not prepared to take on. He reaches blindly for him, and his hand comes across his chest. He follows it down the left side of him and clamps onto that rough hand with a strong grip.
Grey and teal stare down at the pools of grey he's grown so fond of over the last year. How such a sight could hold so much of his attention, he doesn't know nor care. It doesn't change how he feels about him. The feeling is strong. Breathtaking. It clamors inside his chest, melting the ice and creating chaos. His grip tightens on Allen's hand, growing hot at the cascading threads of emotion he's not prepared to handle, and ends up pressing his temple against his shoulder, just trying to catch his breath there. ]
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Grey and teal stare down at the pools of grey he's grown so fond of over the last year. How such a sight could hold so much of his attention, he doesn't know nor care. It doesn't change how he feels about him. The feeling is strong. Breathtaking. It clamors inside his chest, melting the ice and creating chaos. His grip tightens on Allen's hand, growing hot at the cascading threads of emotion he's not prepared to handle, and ends up pressing his temple against his shoulder, just trying to catch his breath there. ]
Maybe it is... overwhelming.