[ The faltering words, Ganymede's own awkward hesitation, feel so familiar that Michel almost has to laugh. It comes out as a wordless little huff as he presses his cheek more against Ganymede's hair, slides his hand very slightly up Ganymede's back.
It's a little comical. Despite everything: the memories, his own and Ganymede's, still raw as an unhealed cut directly in his heart. It still hurts. On that, they're in accord. It might make it impossible for them to ever truly be at ease, their guarded natures compounding. But it might also mean that they can understand that fully from each other. ]
Perhaps we aren't so opposite as I believed.
[ Maybe they should sit. But the bed seems too far away, and once Michel steps back, he's not convinced he has the courage to give another hug. So for now he'll just stay like this. ]
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It's a little comical. Despite everything: the memories, his own and Ganymede's, still raw as an unhealed cut directly in his heart. It still hurts. On that, they're in accord. It might make it impossible for them to ever truly be at ease, their guarded natures compounding. But it might also mean that they can understand that fully from each other. ]
Perhaps we aren't so opposite as I believed.
[ Maybe they should sit. But the bed seems too far away, and once Michel steps back, he's not convinced he has the courage to give another hug. So for now he'll just stay like this. ]