（ his hand had been half-lifted, reaching for the chain, legs renewed in their circle around sasuke and primed to pull him closer. but that statement stops him dead, as frozen and unmoving as a statue for an unnatural span of heartbeats that, were he human, would seem terribly, terribly strange. like a clockwork simulacrum of a person that's simply wound down, and stopped.
his gaze is unfocused, directed at the sharp, elegant swoop of a collarbone, and then, without speaking, he pulls sasuke in wholly against him. relieving sasuke of those sharp pinpricks of pain is briefly forgotten, and instead what happens is —
cy tightens his arms around the boy, face pressed in against his chest. it isn't obvious he's crying until his shoulders shake. ）
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his gaze is unfocused, directed at the sharp, elegant swoop of a collarbone, and then, without speaking, he pulls sasuke in wholly against him. relieving sasuke of those sharp pinpricks of pain is briefly forgotten, and instead what happens is —
cy tightens his arms around the boy, face pressed in against his chest. it isn't obvious he's crying until his shoulders shake. ）