and lets go of him for just a second so that she can take his face in her hands, staring at him. eye contact.]
You are not a footnote. [she tells him, firmly.] You understand how frustrating it is for those of us who care for you to hear this, yes? To hear you talk about yourself like you're only tolerated?
[she runs her thumb along his cheek.]
Being selfish is not what you're doing. You barely take at all. Take more. Don't be ridiculous.
[ Red eyes widen a fraction at that face hold, blinking a few in his surprise, but he does not look away from her eyes. Even as one hand raises, careful, hesitant as it settles over hers to keep her own there.
It is difficult to argue against those words. It's clear as day, after all. All too familiar with that frustration. There's a small shiver at the feel of her thumb before he closes his eyes, sighing softly. ]
...It would be unfair of me to take any more. [ Gently, he presses their foreheads together, gaze fluttering open to look at her again. ] The heart often yearns for what it cannot have, taking only a little is all I feel I am allowed to have.
[ (...) An apologetic smile shows as he straightens a little, ears flicking. ] I did not intend to sour the mood, I'm sorry.
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and lets go of him for just a second so that she can take his face in her hands, staring at him. eye contact.]
You are not a footnote. [she tells him, firmly.] You understand how frustrating it is for those of us who care for you to hear this, yes? To hear you talk about yourself like you're only tolerated?
[she runs her thumb along his cheek.]
Being selfish is not what you're doing. You barely take at all. Take more. Don't be ridiculous.
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It is difficult to argue against those words. It's clear as day, after all. All too familiar with that frustration. There's a small shiver at the feel of her thumb before he closes his eyes, sighing softly. ]
...It would be unfair of me to take any more. [ Gently, he presses their foreheads together, gaze fluttering open to look at her again. ] The heart often yearns for what it cannot have, taking only a little is all I feel I am allowed to have.
[ (...) An apologetic smile shows as he straightens a little, ears flicking. ] I did not intend to sour the mood, I'm sorry.