[He almost yanks his hand back when she grabs it, his fingers twitching, expecting a swift rejection that doesn't come. Instead, when she moves closer, her hand warm against the back of his, he finds himself cupping the edge of her jaw in his palm. All of the feelings he'd buried to protect himself- protect her- claw at him, desperate to reach the surface as if they might drown and be forgotten otherwise.]
...Thank you. You have given more than I deserve. [His other hand joins the first, framing her face in a strange, mismatched caress of metal and skin.] I should ask for no more.
[Not because it wasn't what he wanted, but isn't wasn't his to request. And yet, despite himself, he gravitates towards her, towards what he shouldn't want, what he tells himself he can't have. It digs and scrapes and bleeds all the more when he looks into those blue eyes and remembers all the reasons he'd given himself to erect the walls around himself. All the reasons why he'd never let her in. Soon, none of it was going to matter... if it even did now.]
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...Thank you. You have given more than I deserve. [His other hand joins the first, framing her face in a strange, mismatched caress of metal and skin.] I should ask for no more.
[Not because it wasn't what he wanted, but isn't wasn't his to request. And yet, despite himself, he gravitates towards her, towards what he shouldn't want, what he tells himself he can't have. It digs and scrapes and bleeds all the more when he looks into those blue eyes and remembers all the reasons he'd given himself to erect the walls around himself. All the reasons why he'd never let her in. Soon, none of it was going to matter... if it even did now.]