[It's almost merciful, those instructions. He's been holding himself upright and rigid for long enough, clutching at composure desperately, that it's beginning to wear on him. And he wouldn't have laid down on his own. So Cy gives him the excuse, buckling downward, stretching himself out on the blanket and tucking his head into Cy's warm lap, trying not to shake.]
It's so intense. I don't want — anyone to notice.
[So far, no one passing through the gardens has given the pair a second glance, but he's too aware of that openness around them, that potential of attracting eyes, exposing himself in this state to some stranger who doesn't know him. He takes refuge in Cy's presence, turning his cheek to hide the overheated color of his face against one thigh.]
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It's so intense. I don't want — anyone to notice.
[So far, no one passing through the gardens has given the pair a second glance, but he's too aware of that openness around them, that potential of attracting eyes, exposing himself in this state to some stranger who doesn't know him. He takes refuge in Cy's presence, turning his cheek to hide the overheated color of his face against one thigh.]