( Ah... It feels weightier, somehow, when Barrett takes his hand this time, even before his fingers find their place between his own. It feels... )
... You are.
( He's got a hand free, so he reaches up, as is his wont, to brush some slick locks back from Barrett's face, his fingers coming to rest against the temple and cheek. )
You're all red.
( Though it's uncommon for him to, here he squeezes Barrett's hand - gentle, and almost tentative; curious. )
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... You are.
( He's got a hand free, so he reaches up, as is his wont, to brush some slick locks back from Barrett's face, his fingers coming to rest against the temple and cheek. )
You're all red.
( Though it's uncommon for him to, here he squeezes Barrett's hand - gentle, and almost tentative; curious. )