[ slowly he'll start to drop kisses, raindrops of his own in this storm. they're slow deliberate affections, let him cover these tears with his lips, let him replace this grief with warmth even if only for a moment.

he has thoughts on the why, but they're bitter, acrid, close to a spark in his throat. that wouldn't help he thinks, so he'll swallow them again. ]

If you want, I can tell you what I think. [ he repeats. ]

I'd rather soothe you than indulge your curiosity. But if that's what it'll take I'll do it, as long as you don't leave.

I'd chase you, but I'd rather keep you here as you are.

[ it's rare for him to express wants like this when it comes to them, but he can't help himself. his heart hurts too for an entirely different reason. ]