（ as fucked up as he's feeling right now, he wants to drive that home. the last fucking thing he wants aidan to feel is rejected.
he's a lot more fidgety in the dream than he is in real life, so he sort of lifts a hand up, flexes his fingers into a closed fist and then then forces himself to open them so he can reach out. he curls his fingers around aidan's bare wrist. he's braced for the empathy bond but it doesn't come, and as if emboldened by that he tugs his hand up and over to him. stoops a little, to brush his mouth across the back of aidan's hand. not quite a kiss, but — not entirely anything else, either. it's small, and soft, and romantic in a way he would have scoffed at years ago. but it still feels right. ）
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（ as fucked up as he's feeling right now, he wants to drive that home. the last fucking thing he wants aidan to feel is rejected.
he's a lot more fidgety in the dream than he is in real life, so he sort of lifts a hand up, flexes his fingers into a closed fist and then then forces himself to open them so he can reach out. he curls his fingers around aidan's bare wrist. he's braced for the empathy bond but it doesn't come, and as if emboldened by that he tugs his hand up and over to him. stoops a little, to brush his mouth across the back of aidan's hand. not quite a kiss, but — not entirely anything else, either. it's small, and soft, and romantic in a way he would have scoffed at years ago. but it still feels right. ）