[Darling. Indeed, a word that has been the measure of his undoing more than once, but this time, it's uttered so, so sweetly. So kindly. It makes him ache, and it makes him absolutely adore this man. Gods, is this what it's like to truly care for someone?
He leans into Winter's touch almost instinctively. This kind of affection feels all the more poignant now. The kind he never sought, and the kind he feels every fibre of his being long for.
Perhaps he's just a wee bit touched starved. His own hand reaches up to encircle his fingers gently around Winter's wrist.]
Of course. There's no one quite like me, you know.
[Cheeky, if lightly spoken. But then, more seriously-]
And there's certainly no one at all like you, my dear.
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He leans into Winter's touch almost instinctively. This kind of affection feels all the more poignant now. The kind he never sought, and the kind he feels every fibre of his being long for.
Perhaps he's just a wee bit touched starved. His own hand reaches up to encircle his fingers gently around Winter's wrist.]
Of course. There's no one quite like me, you know.
[Cheeky, if lightly spoken. But then, more seriously-]
And there's certainly no one at all like you, my dear.