[He should move away. He should pull away. He should - he shouldn't want this as much as he does. It shouldn't feel as good as it does to be caught up in that hold again. He shouldn't feel his heart race, or his muscles slightly start to unwind.]
[Well... he never professed to be a good man.]
[So he turns around. He has to sort of wiggle to finagle it, without pulling away, but he turns. Leans into the offered contact, into the long, familiar arms.]
So it seems. [I missed you for two months - I don't deserve this.]
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[Well... he never professed to be a good man.]
[So he turns around. He has to sort of wiggle to finagle it, without pulling away, but he turns. Leans into the offered contact, into the long, familiar arms.]
So it seems. [I missed you for two months - I don't deserve this.]