That is to say, he feels like a child again, knowing that he’s not, tentatively safe for a few seconds in the burning heat that Ken has almost always seemed to give off. All of it is just- too nostalgic.
His distress, the smell of coldness and blood in the air, Ken wrapped around him… And that gut wrenching need to never let go of his partner, to never be separated. It shake him to his core, always has, and he almost doesn’t let himself pull away.
But… He has to. Tears still staining his face and now Ken’s shirt, he pulls away with a slow but wet and ragged gasp. “Ken, you’re being an idiot, you’re going to bleed to death.”
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That is to say, he feels like a child again, knowing that he’s not, tentatively safe for a few seconds in the burning heat that Ken has almost always seemed to give off. All of it is just- too nostalgic.
His distress, the smell of coldness and blood in the air, Ken wrapped around him… And that gut wrenching need to never let go of his partner, to never be separated. It shake him to his core, always has, and he almost doesn’t let himself pull away.
But… He has to. Tears still staining his face and now Ken’s shirt, he pulls away with a slow but wet and ragged gasp. “Ken, you’re being an idiot, you’re going to bleed to death.”