[ there’s a tension, at the sudden shifting of weight, but when roy feels riza sitting against him, he immediately relaxes. he shouldn’t; she’s in view of the door, and windows, and blocking him, and in whatever imaginary line of fire he envisions could descend upon them at any moment because of his condition. but she’s here, with him, and that’s what matters.
he’s acutely aware of her weight against him, his hand on her thigh, both of her hands on his. the weight in his chest doubles, a sudden anxiety forming at the thought, before roy decides that the effort of propriety is not worth the trouble, and he leans his weight against hers in return, resting his head against her temple. exhaling slowly. ]
I’m not sure which I prefer.
[ it’s an honest response, but also a tired one. ]
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he’s acutely aware of her weight against him, his hand on her thigh, both of her hands on his. the weight in his chest doubles, a sudden anxiety forming at the thought, before roy decides that the effort of propriety is not worth the trouble, and he leans his weight against hers in return, resting his head against her temple. exhaling slowly. ]
I’m not sure which I prefer.
[ it’s an honest response, but also a tired one. ]
At least I can think, now.