There's such comfort in actually expecting these displays of love and care from someone. A specific someone, the only one who ever managed to get him to believe it. He can't tell if he ever longed for it before, he certainly didn't demand it, but it's there, right within reach, just for him. It's no longer about being deserving, it never was, but there's a pure joy to it all the same.
(And now he can just call upon it, reach into Somewhere Else to feel it, and to show it, in ways never possible anywhere else.)
There's a curl to the corner of his lips, calm and serene. He feels those hands,pulls a knee up gently to meet one. "You're my world, dearest. My hearth, my everything."
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Date: 2020-05-31 07:17 pm (UTC)(And now he can just call upon it, reach into Somewhere Else to feel it, and to show it, in ways never possible anywhere else.)
There's a curl to the corner of his lips, calm and serene. He feels those hands,pulls a knee up gently to meet one. "You're my world, dearest. My hearth, my everything."