[ It might not seem like that now, after the mess that he's made of things, but the last few days were an exception, not a rule. He trusts Chris with his life, and his heart, and more importantly he trusts Chris with one of his irreplaceable treasures: Chris Sonom.
And with all that welling up in him, he can't let things go just like that. He presses back in, one hand going to Chris' gorgeous gold hair, fingers curling in it as he kisses him. It's no clash on tongues or heavy make-out session, but he floods it with everything he can. Love and hope and fear and want, unspoken promises and longing and regret for the wedge he shoved between them.
When that breaks, he thinks he can go, he thinks he can manage to do as Chris asked and give them both some space.]
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[ It might not seem like that now, after the mess that he's made of things, but the last few days were an exception, not a rule. He trusts Chris with his life, and his heart, and more importantly he trusts Chris with one of his irreplaceable treasures: Chris Sonom.
And with all that welling up in him, he can't let things go just like that. He presses back in, one hand going to Chris' gorgeous gold hair, fingers curling in it as he kisses him. It's no clash on tongues or heavy make-out session, but he floods it with everything he can. Love and hope and fear and want, unspoken promises and longing and regret for the wedge he shoved between them.
When that breaks, he thinks he can go, he thinks he can manage to do as Chris asked and give them both some space.]
A couple of days. No more?