[ It's frightening, isn't it? Admitting that something hurts is as good as telling someone just how to hurt you. He knows that entirely too well. And because of that, he's painfully aware of the trust that's been placed gently in his hands, like a gift.
He's... afraid, he thinks. The way he had been the moment Ganymede collapsed, or the night Neige messaged him. It's the awareness that after so long, there are still things he could lose. The pressure of that weighs down his tongue. But he can at least do this much. He holds Ganymede in uncomfortably comfortable silence until Ganymede finally breaks it and Michel stirs like a man waking from a dream. ]
...Good. You boasted about that memory.
[ So, he hopes Ganymede remembers. As much as he fears it. He lets out a slow sigh and leans back very slightly as he runs his hand over Ganymede's hair once more. ]
Do you... need to be returning to Thanatos?
[ Real world comforts, and real world needs. Michel has long since lost track of time while they've been like this. ]
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He's... afraid, he thinks. The way he had been the moment Ganymede collapsed, or the night Neige messaged him. It's the awareness that after so long, there are still things he could lose. The pressure of that weighs down his tongue. But he can at least do this much. He holds Ganymede in uncomfortably comfortable silence until Ganymede finally breaks it and Michel stirs like a man waking from a dream. ]
...Good. You boasted about that memory.
[ So, he hopes Ganymede remembers. As much as he fears it. He lets out a slow sigh and leans back very slightly as he runs his hand over Ganymede's hair once more. ]
Do you... need to be returning to Thanatos?
[ Real world comforts, and real world needs. Michel has long since lost track of time while they've been like this. ]