[ dextera covers damian’s hand in his, holding it there gently—it silences him, in the process, but that’s fine. there’s nothing urgent he needs to say, nothing that would convey his feelings better than this moment of connection.
he wants his hands to be like this—a place of comfort, of communication. he doesn’t want to think about the feeling of a neck under his thumbs, of murder and mercy, when he can try to hold someone’s hand and make them feel better in such a small, simple way. ]
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[ so he shakes his head. there’s no need for thanks. ]
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he wants his hands to be like this—a place of comfort, of communication. he doesn’t want to think about the feeling of a neck under his thumbs, of murder and mercy, when he can try to hold someone’s hand and make them feel better in such a small, simple way. ]
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[ so he shakes his head. there’s no need for thanks. ]