[ Tatara squeezes back in reassurance. It's okay. They're the only ones here, and no one heard him.
His heart aches for his boyfriend. He's delighted that he's special, that he's the only one that's ever gotten his verbal love, but Tatara can see the pain that came from all of that, everything he's been through, and he doesn't know what he can do for him.
Slowly, he leans in, eventually resting his head on his shoulder. He could ask if he's cold. Or if he needs a hug. But who would he be if he didn't go for what he wanted, without checking first? ]
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His heart aches for his boyfriend. He's delighted that he's special, that he's the only one that's ever gotten his verbal love, but Tatara can see the pain that came from all of that, everything he's been through, and he doesn't know what he can do for him.
Slowly, he leans in, eventually resting his head on his shoulder. He could ask if he's cold. Or if he needs a hug. But who would he be if he didn't go for what he wanted, without checking first? ]
...I'm sorry.