[That small boat wavers on its embankment, dark water stroking at it in time to the slide of Aoba's fingers against his skin and jaw. A moment's hesitation--
But there's something pleasant about the open channel running pushed so wide between them all. It's good to be acknowledged like this, to have Steve and Aoba both reaching out for him. It smells like fresh air, like breathing deep where the feeling coursing under Aoba's connection speaks of water, of darkness, of something deep and secret...
Don't get him wrong: he likes swimming. But in the moment, this is nicer.]
( Okay. No problem. Maybe later when Aoba's head doesn't hurt. )
[In a room somewhere, Nirad takes Aoba's wandering hand and pats it before drawing it away from his jaw. He's strong when he wants to be: grip sure and steady, as gentle as he can make it.]
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But there's something pleasant about the open channel running pushed so wide between them all. It's good to be acknowledged like this, to have Steve and Aoba both reaching out for him. It smells like fresh air, like breathing deep where the feeling coursing under Aoba's connection speaks of water, of darkness, of something deep and secret...
Don't get him wrong: he likes swimming. But in the moment, this is nicer.]
( Okay. No problem. Maybe later when Aoba's head doesn't hurt. )
[In a room somewhere, Nirad takes Aoba's wandering hand and pats it before drawing it away from his jaw. He's strong when he wants to be: grip sure and steady, as gentle as he can make it.]