[It takes a little moment for him to take this all in - the warmth of the man's hands, his bangs being pushed away to reveal his scarred face, the gentle pressure of the man's legs around him. It's barely much at all, but it feels overwhelming in the best and worst of ways. He craves this. He wants to run away. Instead, he feels paralyzed. He stares up with questioningly bright eyes.]
[Cherish...?]
...So, what's the point, then? If you can't promise anything like that. That I should accept the possibility of the worst of the worst...?
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[It takes a little moment for him to take this all in - the warmth of the man's hands, his bangs being pushed away to reveal his scarred face, the gentle pressure of the man's legs around him. It's barely much at all, but it feels overwhelming in the best and worst of ways. He craves this. He wants to run away. Instead, he feels paralyzed. He stares up with questioningly bright eyes.]
[Cherish...?]
...So, what's the point, then? If you can't promise anything like that. That I should accept the possibility of the worst of the worst...?