[ Shaking his head lightly at the apology -- it's alright, I think we probably both did -- Allen leans forward to kiss the crown of his head gently, fingers still strokingly lovingly through the strands. A paradoxical mix of relaxed and tense both as his legs squeeze him lightly for a moment, but otherwise remains very consciously still.
It isn't easy. ]
I didn't either... [ He smiles at that response so softly, whispering back very gently in reply, like it's a secret. Sounding so calm despite the nervous but exhilarated jitters bubbling in his veins. ]
But it-- [ He hesitates, trying to find the words to say it properly. Weighing even what he means to say. How someone like him can even approach it in a way without wanting to jump out a window. Shy, but bold too, staying wrapped so intimately around him but speaking so softly. ]
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It isn't easy. ]
I didn't either... [ He smiles at that response so softly, whispering back very gently in reply, like it's a secret. Sounding so calm despite the nervous but exhilarated jitters bubbling in his veins. ]
But it-- [ He hesitates, trying to find the words to say it properly. Weighing even what he means to say. How someone like him can even approach it in a way without wanting to jump out a window. Shy, but bold too, staying wrapped so intimately around him but speaking so softly. ]
... feels right, too.