[Lance swallows and doesn't know what else to do but nod in a shaky understanding and gratitude. He feels unsteady and like he needs to go out into the forest or take a boat out onto the ocean and just let loose. But he doesn't, his experience with letting loose on his emotions has never ended well for him.
He needs something to focus on, something not the gnawing gaping hole he feels inside of his chest. His eyes drift down to the oven mitts on Shiro's hands as he grips through them. That's a good subject shift, yeah…]
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He needs something to focus on, something not the gnawing gaping hole he feels inside of his chest. His eyes drift down to the oven mitts on Shiro's hands as he grips through them. That's a good subject shift, yeah…]
What's… with the oven mitts?