[ If anyone had asked Ganymede, he'd have unreasonably replied that it feels like they've known each other for a couple months. But then again, he's never really so much as let anyone in. Worked hard so that people would never have a reason to suspect he was doing anything less than stellar. Yet, to Michel, that's twice and even more, that he has revealed his imperfections. So many times that he'd consider it careless.

His heart traitorously beats a bit more with a skip when the other male states that he doesn't mind his company at all. ]

You would.

You've said you weren't all that warm at all. But, the act of volunteering your ear, the fact you're holding my hands so securely...that you haven't run away from me makes me think that you're not as cold as you imagine yourself to be.

[ ...He goes this way instead. He then steps closer, and leans his head lightly against the other man's chest, eyes closing. ]

I could talk about it. About every single bit of misfortune that has lead up to here. But, it still hurts. [ Ganymede admits through gritted teeth, hidden because of where he has his head now. ] I'd rather you hold me for a bit instead, just like before. Even if last time I know...it was only because it was an accident.

[ It's unreasonable for him to say that. He knows it. ]