（ the first moment of panic, he lets him go. he knew what he was asking, and what he'd offered, and what it would mean, and it costs him nothing to let his arms drop away. and when sasuke trips and drops to the floor and doesn't fucking move, cy just. lets his breath out in a soft gust, gathers up the blanket that has spent all this time rucked up along the edge of the bed.
he slips to the floor rather more gracefully to sit cross legged — his thighs still tacky with dried come that flakes away as he moves — and he throws the blanket over sasuke's shoulders and the tight curled ball of his body that has to be a holdover from childhood, an attempt at self-soothing that never quite brought comfort, and then just lets his hand rest over the blanket, against his shoulder. warmth and weight. ）
this is so tame for an uchiha freakout he hasn't tried to sew bits of cy to his tiddy yet
he slips to the floor rather more gracefully to sit cross legged — his thighs still tacky with dried come that flakes away as he moves — and he throws the blanket over sasuke's shoulders and the tight curled ball of his body that has to be a holdover from childhood, an attempt at self-soothing that never quite brought comfort, and then just lets his hand rest over the blanket, against his shoulder. warmth and weight. ）
Breathe the way I taught you.