[ Ghosts and secrets are signs of life. No one is free of them. Some are too big to bear. Others are small and easily kept. He doesn't ask which it is. Doesn't question what has him staring off into the distance on one of the longest nights of the year. He'll tell him if he needs to know.
Shouto slips into bed beside Allen, giving Tim enough room to bury himself in the covers. That, too, he doesn't question. Along with why Tim needs to eat or why he recently started to grow. He has his theories, ones he keeps to himself. In much the same vein, he doesn't question those fingers skimming across his cheek or the way they linger on his bloodstone. Allen's bloodstone. At times like this, he doesn't think it matters if he doesn't fully understand. The feeling matters, strong and vibrant despite the secrets and ghosts.
With the night growing darker and the chill seeping in, he scoops Allen into his arms in a loose embrace, radiating a gentle heat to keep the cold at bay. ]
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Shouto slips into bed beside Allen, giving Tim enough room to bury himself in the covers. That, too, he doesn't question. Along with why Tim needs to eat or why he recently started to grow. He has his theories, ones he keeps to himself. In much the same vein, he doesn't question those fingers skimming across his cheek or the way they linger on his bloodstone. Allen's bloodstone. At times like this, he doesn't think it matters if he doesn't fully understand. The feeling matters, strong and vibrant despite the secrets and ghosts.
With the night growing darker and the chill seeping in, he scoops Allen into his arms in a loose embrace, radiating a gentle heat to keep the cold at bay. ]
Good night, Allen.