[ Awe-touched, Allen is surprised when he lifts his hand up in the middle of their talk to kiss it in such a chaste yet intimate manner. Staring quietly, but only because it makes his heart swell with an affection that yes, has been so solidly there for months, but that almost aches now with realizing how sweet that is.
You're comforting me. He knew that before, it was obvious of course that they both wanted to comfort each other, but... the thoroughness of it with such a gentle diligence is what strikes him now. How that kind of gesture-- it speaks of quiet devotion.
He shivers a little too when Shouto presses his lips to the much more sensitive skin of his palm, sending a prickle of gooseflesh over his bare skin, and his arm winds more snugly across his shoulders. ]
Yes. [ It's said with clear eyes and a simple sort of certainty, his fingers fanning gently along the edge of Shouto's cheek from where he'd raised his hand. He'd made his mind up on that years ago, after all. Correcting one of his first mistakes, and how his bias against Nea had blinded him at first.
Leaning in, as naturally as Shouto had raised his hand to kiss it, Allen presses his lips softly against his temple. Soft and sweet, like a promise, and following his lead with the next step in a quiet sort of dance. ]
If I knew more, then I might be able to change something.
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You're comforting me. He knew that before, it was obvious of course that they both wanted to comfort each other, but... the thoroughness of it with such a gentle diligence is what strikes him now. How that kind of gesture-- it speaks of quiet devotion.
He shivers a little too when Shouto presses his lips to the much more sensitive skin of his palm, sending a prickle of gooseflesh over his bare skin, and his arm winds more snugly across his shoulders. ]
Yes. [ It's said with clear eyes and a simple sort of certainty, his fingers fanning gently along the edge of Shouto's cheek from where he'd raised his hand. He'd made his mind up on that years ago, after all. Correcting one of his first mistakes, and how his bias against Nea had blinded him at first.
Leaning in, as naturally as Shouto had raised his hand to kiss it, Allen presses his lips softly against his temple. Soft and sweet, like a promise, and following his lead with the next step in a quiet sort of dance. ]
If I knew more, then I might be able to change something.