More often than not, Larus treats him with gentle care. The kind that someone with super strength must, he imagines, have to consciously moderate their own movements and grip to manage. Someone who can't hurt him even minimally, even if encouraged to and when the hurt won't stick, is at the very least a friend, if not something more tender.]
Why do you do that? [he asks, changing the subject. It's obvious why, but he wants to hear it in Larus' own words.] You like touching my wrists, and that first time on the couch between us the same feeling was in the way you kissed my neck, [he explains. Is it the warmth? The desire to feel halfway close to being alive by being close?]
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More often than not, Larus treats him with gentle care. The kind that someone with super strength must, he imagines, have to consciously moderate their own movements and grip to manage. Someone who can't hurt him even minimally, even if encouraged to and when the hurt won't stick, is at the very least a friend, if not something more tender.]
Why do you do that? [he asks, changing the subject. It's obvious why, but he wants to hear it in Larus' own words.] You like touching my wrists, and that first time on the couch between us the same feeling was in the way you kissed my neck, [he explains. Is it the warmth? The desire to feel halfway close to being alive by being close?]