[it leans heavily into the petting, eye going half-lidded. a huge wing folds out of nowhere, wraps him in closer.
warmth, easing away the pain in his gut, letting his ragged breath come easier. there's a hand on his back moving in slow, soothing circles, an arm around him, a shoulder against his face. a comfort so rare it comes with almost no sense of familiarity. no one usually gets this close. no one usually sees him this vulnerable. embarrassment warring with gratitude, the conflict barely perceptible under the sheer white noise that's been made of his thoughts.]
Re: [night 25]
warmth, easing away the pain in his gut, letting his ragged breath come easier. there's a hand on his back moving in slow, soothing circles, an arm around him, a shoulder against his face. a comfort so rare it comes with almost no sense of familiarity. no one usually gets this close. no one usually sees him this vulnerable. embarrassment warring with gratitude, the conflict barely perceptible under the sheer white noise that's been made of his thoughts.]