[venti's hand is warm. it's as if all of nehan's senses are focused on that one detail.]
Bed it is. [and nehan leads the way, even if it's right there and venti could have made his way there by himself. nehan just... wants to hold him, as well, even with the guilt roiling in his chest. at the foot of the bed, nehan kicks off his shoes, and climbs on, guiding venti to him. that's all that matters right now.]
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Bed it is. [and nehan leads the way, even if it's right there and venti could have made his way there by himself. nehan just... wants to hold him, as well, even with the guilt roiling in his chest. at the foot of the bed, nehan kicks off his shoes, and climbs on, guiding venti to him. that's all that matters right now.]