[Like, objectively it is completely high nonsense, but it is high nonsense that he's been holding on to for a long time whilst sober, close to his chest where he thought it would be safe.
A nice, warm little though to curl around his fingers in the middle of the night, watching the stars from his window and wishing for the world to hurry up and change. Maybe wishing he could hurry up and change.
For better or worse.
But this is better. Way better. And hearing Ryan find, cradle, and appreciate the same beauty of the sentiment is warm and perfect and exactly what he wanted to happen.]
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A nice, warm little though to curl around his fingers in the middle of the night, watching the stars from his window and wishing for the world to hurry up and change. Maybe wishing he could hurry up and change.
For better or worse.
But this is better. Way better. And hearing Ryan find, cradle, and appreciate the same beauty of the sentiment is warm and perfect and exactly what he wanted to happen.]
It does. Mmm... we should work on that.
Not now, but you know. We should.