[He tenses for just a moment as the other embraces him, surprised by-- well, this entire display. He's spent a good bit of time with this man and had yet to really see him this... vulnerable. The gravity of even being asked to spend the night had not escaped him, either. It takes a considerable amount of trust to let someone who knows any of your weaknesses sleep next to you, and Vicious knows that firsthand. This was no small ask.
He grew up in a world where men were not supposed to cry, not to show anything other than pride and strength and willpower, but he knew long ago that he didn't fit in, there. His father made sure he knew that he would never make it in that world. The boy was too emotional, felt things too strongly, was too weak to ever truly stand up for himself or anyone else. But that was why he became Vicious, to force himself to embody the complete opposite of everything he truly was.
Which is why everything he offers the other man in this moment is the complete opposite of his namesake. There is no viciousness here, no cold, uncaring cruelty in the face of someone's anguish and distress. He gathers the smaller, shivering man against his body and breathes a gentle, shuddering sigh into that crown of deep brown curls as he begins to stroke small circles beneath his wings. ]
Of course. [He hums, pressing a kiss to his temple.]
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He grew up in a world where men were not supposed to cry, not to show anything other than pride and strength and willpower, but he knew long ago that he didn't fit in, there. His father made sure he knew that he would never make it in that world. The boy was too emotional, felt things too strongly, was too weak to ever truly stand up for himself or anyone else. But that was why he became Vicious, to force himself to embody the complete opposite of everything he truly was.
Which is why everything he offers the other man in this moment is the complete opposite of his namesake. There is no viciousness here, no cold, uncaring cruelty in the face of someone's anguish and distress. He gathers the smaller, shivering man against his body and breathes a gentle, shuddering sigh into that crown of deep brown curls as he begins to stroke small circles beneath his wings. ]
Of course. [He hums, pressing a kiss to his temple.]
You're alright, don't worry.
You're not alone.