[Well, he can hardly blame a doctor for being the type to clean up messes. The handkerchief tickles against his scars, then his abdomen, and everything now feels cool. Maybe that's why he instinctively leans back against the man when he finally drops down to his side. The heat. The connection.]
...In a long time, huh.
[His hand now moves, also selfish, to drape over the other man to pull him closer.]
[A pang in his heart echoes. How many mistakes will you make like this until you finally learn its not worth it?]
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...In a long time, huh.
[His hand now moves, also selfish, to drape over the other man to pull him closer.]
[A pang in his heart echoes. How many mistakes will you make like this until you finally learn its not worth it?]
[He tries his best to ignore it.]
I like...when you laugh, Daan.