[he says that, but his own breathing has picked up and his racing heartbeat is easily audible this close up. it's a lot for him as well.
even though this manner of touch is nothing new to him, touching this particular soul, even though it is incomplete, even though the memories and experiences imprinted upon it are entirely different - it's still so achingly familiar and wonderful. it's so beautiful that he wants to cry.
no, he is crying, tears of joy and grief and so many other intermingled emotions trailing down his cheeks]
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Tell me if it becomes too much.
[he says that, but his own breathing has picked up and his racing heartbeat is easily audible this close up. it's a lot for him as well.
even though this manner of touch is nothing new to him, touching this particular soul, even though it is incomplete, even though the memories and experiences imprinted upon it are entirely different - it's still so achingly familiar and wonderful. it's so beautiful that he wants to cry.
no, he is crying, tears of joy and grief and so many other intermingled emotions trailing down his cheeks]