[ Flush against his chest, his body locks up, desperate to move. To stay still. He can't remember anymore. He clings to Allen, an iron-clad grip on his hips, struggling to smother the wildfire threatening to light them aflame. ]
Sorry.
[ He whispers, eyes squeezed shut, sounding so absurdly out of breath. His heart works overtime to cool his blood, aided partly by Allen's calming presence. The heat dissipates, and Shouto loosens his grip on his hips, relaxing in his embrace. ]
I needed-- a moment.
[ He apologizes, voice rough. Focusing on the familiar motion of Allen's fingers combing through his hair. ]
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Sorry.
[ He whispers, eyes squeezed shut, sounding so absurdly out of breath. His heart works overtime to cool his blood, aided partly by Allen's calming presence. The heat dissipates, and Shouto loosens his grip on his hips, relaxing in his embrace. ]
I needed-- a moment.
[ He apologizes, voice rough. Focusing on the familiar motion of Allen's fingers combing through his hair. ]
I didn't... expect that.