[ He waits as Connor puzzles through it all, his eyes flicking from his friend's face to their joined hands. The last time they held hands like this was when Arenvald was sick in bed, wasn't it? Connor had been his lifeline, then. An anchor to keep him from drifting away into the darkness of his nightmares.
The memory makes him feel warm in a way that has nothing to do with recalling his fever. That had been the moment he'd realized he was in deep, and nothing's really changed since then, has it?
When next he glances up, he and Connor's gazes catch for just a second, and Arenvald would like to hope he doesn't just imagine the way something sparks between them, catching the breath in his lungs for a split second. ]
That's... [ A little disappointing, and Arenvald has to kick himself for being selfish. This isn't about him. It's about Connor. ] That's understandable. But if... if you want to explore it a bit more, uh, ever, I don't mind helping.
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The memory makes him feel warm in a way that has nothing to do with recalling his fever. That had been the moment he'd realized he was in deep, and nothing's really changed since then, has it?
When next he glances up, he and Connor's gazes catch for just a second, and Arenvald would like to hope he doesn't just imagine the way something sparks between them, catching the breath in his lungs for a split second. ]
That's... [ A little disappointing, and Arenvald has to kick himself for being selfish. This isn't about him. It's about Connor. ] That's understandable. But if... if you want to explore it a bit more, uh, ever, I don't mind helping.
[ He's trying his best. ]