[ That, finally, both takes Allen aback and knocks down the uneasiness in him. Mostly, at least. Good. Good, at least there was that, even if he's also afraid to ask how exactly he could tell.
Like a cautious stray, he hesitates for a moment, thoughtful, before the tension in his posture bleeds off and he realizes for the first time really how Shouto has been lightly stroking the back of his hand. An idle motion when he doesn't normally seem prone to something like that, so he's quiet as he lets that sink in. ]
I never want you to have to again. [ He says it very softly when finally he speaks, wanting more than anything to be able to promise he'd never have to again but even Allen knows that isn't something he's capable of promising.
Instead, he draws near. Letting his forehead touch Shouto's in a manner that's very quietly intimate. Delicate, and strangely vulnerable with the very faint way he leans into the contact, noses brushing together gently. ]
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Like a cautious stray, he hesitates for a moment, thoughtful, before the tension in his posture bleeds off and he realizes for the first time really how Shouto has been lightly stroking the back of his hand. An idle motion when he doesn't normally seem prone to something like that, so he's quiet as he lets that sink in. ]
I never want you to have to again. [ He says it very softly when finally he speaks, wanting more than anything to be able to promise he'd never have to again but even Allen knows that isn't something he's capable of promising.
Instead, he draws near. Letting his forehead touch Shouto's in a manner that's very quietly intimate. Delicate, and strangely vulnerable with the very faint way he leans into the contact, noses brushing together gently. ]
Thank you.