[Likewise, his heart-rate hadn't been normal since the lights flicked off - perhaps even prior to that. But now? He's certain Idia can feel it under his hand, the way his heart flutters against his ribcage, despite how otherwise calm he feels - looks.
Cold fingers over heated skin... in any other situation...
Well.
He truly was the lowest of the low, wasn't he?
And yet, when the glass drags lower, extending the reddening line along with it, making Idia gasp instead of Cater, he shifts his sickly affection to cup his cheeks - just as Idia can feel his pain, he can feel the tears pricking at the back of Idia's eyes.
He'd been willing to do this to himself, sure, but that was keeping the control of sensation in his hands. Here... well, it was different, wasn't it? Alien. Like someone else was doing harm at the same time.]
Hm... You're being cute.
[Through all this, that's what he's decided. That the little wibbly sentiment is, somehow, endearing.]
You can cry. I won't tell anyone. This is our memory, right?
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Cold fingers over heated skin... in any other situation...
Well.
He truly was the lowest of the low, wasn't he?
And yet, when the glass drags lower, extending the reddening line along with it, making Idia gasp instead of Cater, he shifts his sickly affection to cup his cheeks - just as Idia can feel his pain, he can feel the tears pricking at the back of Idia's eyes.
He'd been willing to do this to himself, sure, but that was keeping the control of sensation in his hands. Here... well, it was different, wasn't it? Alien. Like someone else was doing harm at the same time.]
Hm... You're being cute.
[Through all this, that's what he's decided. That the little wibbly sentiment is, somehow, endearing.]
You can cry. I won't tell anyone. This is our memory, right?