[He hums, reluctant to part from Cy's closeness but allowing him to straighten and work at the snarls of long, dark hair, heavy with the saturation of water, his hand instinctively petting over one of Cy's ankles. It's impossible to imagine — Cy harming him outside of that context, beyond the boundaries they've set. But he also understands that such control was hard-won across the timelessness of the man's immortal existence. And it hurts to know that.]
We take care of each other. [He leans back, letting the bench take more of his weight in a relaxed slump. Mismatched eyes glance backward, searching for Cy.] Do you want to tell me about it? Those old demons.
[He expects — no, because to this point Cy has not told him in great detail any of those terrible parts of his past, but still, Sasuke wants him to know that door is open.]
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We take care of each other. [He leans back, letting the bench take more of his weight in a relaxed slump. Mismatched eyes glance backward, searching for Cy.] Do you want to tell me about it? Those old demons.
[He expects — no, because to this point Cy has not told him in great detail any of those terrible parts of his past, but still, Sasuke wants him to know that door is open.]