He nestles in against me, ear to my chest, and I sigh in contentment at the feel of him. He's nearly as reassured by touch as I am, I think.
I press my lips to the top of his head, then rest my cheek on it. His hair's so soft.
I feel good, physically. The aftermath of what we just did, coupled with having him in my arms. But the easy part's over, and he's still upset, and I still can't help him.
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Date: 2012-05-20 01:52 am (UTC)I press my lips to the top of his head, then rest my cheek on it. His hair's so soft.
I feel good, physically. The aftermath of what we just did, coupled with having him in my arms. But the easy part's over, and he's still upset, and I still can't help him.
"Why?" I murmur. "You are perfect."