[He's on the verge of typing 'bullshit' and accepting the hypocrisy in calling Wolfe out when his mage does it for them and Chris deletes what little he'd written.
Especially when he reads those painful words: 'you feel so far from me.' By design, wasn't it? Lingering touches that no longer linger quite so long. Kisses that remain chaste. Smiling off any innuendo because they both know they're not going to follow through with it. Little things to put space between them when they'd been so tightly entangled before.
Yet his fingers hover over the letters with no ability to move them. 'I want you to lean on me' wars with 'something in me broke' and Chris' reactions to those are too opposed.]
You say something in you broke and then ask me to be selfish and lean on you? I don't know that I can. I'd rather help you to right yourself and find stability in you again than take what you can't afford give.
And if I can't help you, then I'd rather find out who can. I need you to take care of you because I don't feel I've the right to any longer.
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Especially when he reads those painful words: 'you feel so far from me.'
By design, wasn't it? Lingering touches that no longer linger quite so long. Kisses that remain chaste. Smiling off any innuendo because they both know they're not going to follow through with it. Little things to put space between them when they'd been so tightly entangled before.
Yet his fingers hover over the letters with no ability to move them. 'I want you to lean on me' wars with 'something in me broke' and Chris' reactions to those are too opposed.]
You say something in you broke and then ask me to be selfish and lean on you? I don't know that I can. I'd rather help you to right yourself and find stability in you again than take what you can't afford give.
And if I can't help you, then I'd rather find out who can. I need you to take care of you because I don't feel I've the right to any longer.