Considering you nearly fled the first time, the only worth it would bring was that I only trust you seeing me like that. [There had been one, maybe two, instances where this place had forced him to relieve some extremely negative scenarios. Jinx, Ange and Richard might be the only ones to truly see him come undone and take the time to calm things. Richard was the most unexpected calming comfort that he had found; it wasn't perfect but what was?
While he didn't wish to relive the worst day of his life, it had forced him to open up a bit more to Richard about the circumstances. It was, of course, skewed by the deep unresolved hurt, anger and distrust that had caused, but it had finally come out despite his not particularly wishing it too. Of course, his lover may be the only one who felt like he could be competition for traumas with given Richard's own long life of neglect, torment and betrayal.
He relented his grip once Richard moved to settle on the bench next to him, and he leaned back against it. He slid an arm across the backrest, his fingers stroking up and down the back of his lover's neck just above that high collar. Yet, his fingers paused at the seeming bombshell that his lover dropped, his right eye blinked a few times in surprise.
Then he softened just a touch (his version anyway), and his fingers returned to stroking the smooth warm skin at the back of Richard's neck.] I can't imagine the contents of this book will cause me to hate you, Richard. We've been through our rough patches and seen our way through them. A book won't change my mind about you.
[Yet, Silco could understand the fear. He was experiencing it with his daughter who now seemed to have developed fundamental differences from what he knew. In reality, she had simply grown up, but to him, she was slipping away from him and he would be alone. Except... would he be? He looked at Richard next to him, experiencing an uncomfortable thought as he regarded his young vulnerable lover.]
...you won't lose me unless you betray me. I expect the reverse to be true.
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Date: 2025-01-20 12:07 am (UTC)While he didn't wish to relive the worst day of his life, it had forced him to open up a bit more to Richard about the circumstances. It was, of course, skewed by the deep unresolved hurt, anger and distrust that had caused, but it had finally come out despite his not particularly wishing it too. Of course, his lover may be the only one who felt like he could be competition for traumas with given Richard's own long life of neglect, torment and betrayal.
He relented his grip once Richard moved to settle on the bench next to him, and he leaned back against it. He slid an arm across the backrest, his fingers stroking up and down the back of his lover's neck just above that high collar. Yet, his fingers paused at the seeming bombshell that his lover dropped, his right eye blinked a few times in surprise.
Then he softened just a touch (his version anyway), and his fingers returned to stroking the smooth warm skin at the back of Richard's neck.] I can't imagine the contents of this book will cause me to hate you, Richard. We've been through our rough patches and seen our way through them. A book won't change my mind about you.
[Yet, Silco could understand the fear. He was experiencing it with his daughter who now seemed to have developed fundamental differences from what he knew. In reality, she had simply grown up, but to him, she was slipping away from him and he would be alone. Except... would he be? He looked at Richard next to him, experiencing an uncomfortable thought as he regarded his young vulnerable lover.]
...you won't lose me unless you betray me. I expect the reverse to be true.