[ That feels like permission. Sort of. It's still in this nebulous area of uncertainty that he's not sure how to navigate. But he wants to. Enough to push of his own volition, figuratively and literally, as he rolls up off of his back to nudge York back into the sheets.
There's a pause as he hovers there, just above his lips. ]
You'll tell me if it's too much. If I do something wrong.
[ And he won't do so in a way that will dangle the mistake over his head. He knows York better than that. ]
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There's a pause as he hovers there, just above his lips. ]
You'll tell me if it's too much. If I do something wrong.
[ And he won't do so in a way that will dangle the mistake over his head. He knows York better than that. ]