[He can't recall the last time someone touched his hair like thisβgentle, carefully thorough, working fingers from scalp to messy ends in a way that coaxes pleasant shivers all through nerves. Not since he was a child cradled in his mother's lap. Or perhaps Itachi did this to him, once, when he was still too young to resent him out of jealousy, before that impossible gulf between them began to grow.
Either way, he's eased into a similar state of quiet wakefulness. So that the words Cy speaks do not come up against a guarded wall of suspicion or distrust; they simply wash over him, sinking into skin.
So it's startling when the tears prick his eyes. Only a blink of moisture gathered behind lashes, easily disguised against the fabric of Cy's shirt where he's cradled.
Even if he didn't believe Cyβand he does, implicitly, whollyβthe sentiment alone is destabilizing. The gesture of that promise. He hadn't realized, perhaps, how deeply this fear went, how it has carved such a trench inside of his soul. And he still doesn't fully understand it, but he knows that Cy is telling the truth. So he allows himself to be held, right hand forming a loose fist at Cy's back while waiting for the excruciating tide of emotion to pass with each unstable breath.
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Date: 2024-01-21 05:52 pm (UTC)Either way, he's eased into a similar state of quiet wakefulness. So that the words Cy speaks do not come up against a guarded wall of suspicion or distrust; they simply wash over him, sinking into skin.
So it's startling when the tears prick his eyes. Only a blink of moisture gathered behind lashes, easily disguised against the fabric of Cy's shirt where he's cradled.
Even if he didn't believe Cyβand he does, implicitly, whollyβthe sentiment alone is destabilizing. The gesture of that promise. He hadn't realized, perhaps, how deeply this fear went, how it has carved such a trench inside of his soul. And he still doesn't fully understand it, but he knows that Cy is telling the truth. So he allows himself to be held, right hand forming a loose fist at Cy's back while waiting for the excruciating tide of emotion to pass with each unstable breath.
Then, quietly.]
Okay.