He knows he will. The angel knows heโd do anything in his reach to help him. Whether itโd be over genuine care in itself, or through some sort of misplaced guilt. The angel knows, and the appreciates it a lot more than he could even begin to let on.
โ Iโll be alright, my dear.โ Still keeping his hand over Crowleyโs. Mutual comfort, with new gentle gestures and contact that they never had, or were allowed, before. Heโs feeling the sharpness of the pain fade for something a lot more dull. Manageable.
It didnโt end him yet. And he thinks (hopes) that means it canโt. Whatever Hastur had been doing to the angel, it was interrupted just in time.
He canโt ask him not to worry. But he hopes his smile is clear enough, his appreciation. He could slip back into that place, before, not even an hour ago, when they kissed again.
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Date: 2019-09-06 01:10 pm (UTC)โ Iโll be alright, my dear.โ Still keeping his hand over Crowleyโs. Mutual comfort, with new gentle gestures and contact that they never had, or were allowed, before. Heโs feeling the sharpness of the pain fade for something a lot more dull. Manageable.
It didnโt end him yet. And he thinks (hopes) that means it canโt. Whatever Hastur had been doing to the angel, it was interrupted just in time.
He canโt ask him not to worry. But he hopes his smile is clear enough, his appreciation. He could slip back into that place, before, not even an hour ago, when they kissed again.
โWe will be fine.โ