[That touch is grounding, and now engaged he sinks into it, a little desperate for the seal of skin on skin as they tuck in together. He allows his head to rest on Cy's shoulder, exhale fluttering breath that stirs the dark fringe of his own hair.]
I don't... know for sure. You said that you wanted me to tell you sooner.
[Is that why? Because he didn't report his condition to Cy before the man left? Yet — the soreness turns over in him, bruised, and he doesn't think he can piece it together so readily with words.]
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I don't... know for sure. You said that you wanted me to tell you sooner.
[Is that why? Because he didn't report his condition to Cy before the man left? Yet — the soreness turns over in him, bruised, and he doesn't think he can piece it together so readily with words.]
I wasn't trying to hurt you.