[ It says quite a bit, doesn't it? He'd had it to hand, but it's untouched. Both of them had been so resigned to this not being a possibility, and now?
Now he's wondering if he isn't still asleep somehow, and this is just another fantasy. He could hardly be blamed. Even now, he looks at York like he's some incredible sight he expects to vanish if he looks away for long enough.
Which might explain why he doesn't, peeling away only long enough to get the container open, to slick his fingers and take the time to warm them before shifting his weight yet again, lowering his hand to curl between them both. Not there, not quite yet. A detour first, wrapping his fingers around York first as he leans closer.
His forehead presses against his, and a low approving sound catches in his chest. ]
You are...
[ He wants to say something meaningful, but the words are failing him at the moment. ]
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Now he's wondering if he isn't still asleep somehow, and this is just another fantasy. He could hardly be blamed. Even now, he looks at York like he's some incredible sight he expects to vanish if he looks away for long enough.
Which might explain why he doesn't, peeling away only long enough to get the container open, to slick his fingers and take the time to warm them before shifting his weight yet again, lowering his hand to curl between them both. Not there, not quite yet. A detour first, wrapping his fingers around York first as he leans closer.
His forehead presses against his, and a low approving sound catches in his chest. ]
You are...
[ He wants to say something meaningful, but the words are failing him at the moment. ]