[Ugh, this breaks his heart. Whatever Kronid had dreamed about must have really gotten to him... It was a terrifying ordeal in his own mind, even if Vicious didn't recognize any part of it. Until now, anyway... that gentle, desperate voice muffled against him is distantly familiar, and while not entirely unlike Kronid's usual tone, it's... got an entirely different feeling to it. He can't place why, though.
Deserve...? He says it like he was given a gift. Like he's... actually grateful for his presence. When was the last time someone was grateful just to have him around? For so long, he's felt like he was forced onto people, he was too much for others to deal with...
That pang of guilt hits again.
Tell him the truth. Tell him how awful you are before he gets hurt.
No. Not yet. Not now.
He can feel a heat in his cheeks, that familiar tightness in his throat that comes with choking back his own tears-- but he isn't going to make this about him. His tears do not matter, here. He strokes long, dark fingers through the other's hair, closing his eyes with a soft smile. He sounds content, if a little strained.]
I'm glad to be here. [He chuckles. It's a breathless, quiet sound.]
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Date: 2023-02-23 06:45 am (UTC)Deserve...? He says it like he was given a gift. Like he's... actually grateful for his presence. When was the last time someone was grateful just to have him around? For so long, he's felt like he was forced onto people, he was too much for others to deal with...
That pang of guilt hits again.
Tell him the truth. Tell him how awful you are before he gets hurt.
No. Not yet. Not now.
He can feel a heat in his cheeks, that familiar tightness in his throat that comes with choking back his own tears-- but he isn't going to make this about him. His tears do not matter, here. He strokes long, dark fingers through the other's hair, closing his eyes with a soft smile. He sounds content, if a little strained.]
I'm glad to be here. [He chuckles. It's a breathless, quiet sound.]
I'm glad you... wanted me. Here. With you.