[He froze at the sudden physical contact, muscles unconsciously tensing with Souji's uncertainty. He knew that they were meant to be reassuring, but he had spent far too long with Souji to not catch the subtle cues.
The man was too good at compartmentalizing.
Sighing, Cliff set his utensils down and wrapped his fingers around Souji's. While he wanted to verbally push back, insist that there was ways that they could have prevented this, he knew that it would only do them both more harm than good.
Instead, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Souji's.]
Who says this is something any of us are doing alone?
action;
The man was too good at compartmentalizing.
Sighing, Cliff set his utensils down and wrapped his fingers around Souji's. While he wanted to verbally push back, insist that there was ways that they could have prevented this, he knew that it would only do them both more harm than good.
Instead, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Souji's.]
Who says this is something any of us are doing alone?