Six jerks his head back up when he feels Nehan kissing him back, clearly bewildered by the reaction. He'd been expecting a punch to the face, or a rough shove, because the thing is—
This isn't what either of them want.
It had been a dumb, impulsive move, and he knows that if Nehan had any other choice in the matter, he'd never have picked this. He, himself, would never have picked this.
He doesn't stop crying—if anything, more and more tears begin to spill as he leans back in to kiss him again.
This isn't what they want, but if it's how Nehan has decided to move things along, he'll follow.]
...I'm sorry.
[Another kiss, toothy and rough, hand sliding beneath Nehan to stroke down his scars.]
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This isn't what either of them want.
It had been a dumb, impulsive move, and he knows that if Nehan had any other choice in the matter, he'd never have picked this. He, himself, would never have picked this.
He doesn't stop crying—if anything, more and more tears begin to spill as he leans back in to kiss him again.
This isn't what they want, but if it's how Nehan has decided to move things along, he'll follow.]
...I'm sorry.
[Another kiss, toothy and rough, hand sliding beneath Nehan to stroke down his scars.]
I'm so sorry.
[How wretched of him.]