[This is...very new to Kronid. New to a man for whom very little novelty still exists. He's crying, shaking, rattled by something he's moved years beyond; that would be strange enough.
But...then there's more to it.
'You're all right.'
'You're not alone.'
He...finds himself believing it, held tightly, being kissed, being soothed. How long had it been since someone had done this for him? How long since it was Real?
He means it. He cares. For YOU. Let someone care for once. Our chains have gotten so heavy.
Let him help.
I don't know how.
You've already begun.
The choked sobs turn to open ones - the dam has, for the moment, broken open, and Kronid is adrift in the current. He cries for a man long dead, who is and isn't who Vicious is holding. Crying feels strange. He hasn't done it in a long time. He isn't sure he could have, before.
For now, he does. He sobs, and he clings, and he shakes, and he whispers, face buried, soft and without the usual edge:]
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Date: 2023-02-23 05:06 am (UTC)But...then there's more to it.
'You're all right.'
'You're not alone.'
He...finds himself believing it, held tightly, being kissed, being soothed. How long had it been since someone had done this for him? How long since it was Real?
He means it. He cares. For YOU. Let someone care for once. Our chains have gotten so heavy.
Let him help.
I don't know how.
You've already begun.
The choked sobs turn to open ones - the dam has, for the moment, broken open, and Kronid is adrift in the current. He cries for a man long dead, who is and isn't who Vicious is holding. Crying feels strange. He hasn't done it in a long time. He isn't sure he could have, before.
For now, he does. He sobs, and he clings, and he shakes, and he whispers, face buried, soft and without the usual edge:]
...Thank you.
I...I don't deserve this, you know. Deserve you.
But...
I'm so glad you're here.