[wen ning has seen a lot and his opinion would NOT change thanks!! but he accepts the response, growing more used to reading royce; that's all the answer he needs, the quiet and the continued acceptance of closeness, even if they're not as close as they have been before.
and then something slips, once more.
this time, it's a memory royce is on the other side of, one he knows as well as wen ning-- but from another perspective, one with less depth perception. roses on the desk, nervousness until royce finally admits to them; a sunny, warm fondness at how wen ning thinks it's cute. that he's cute. sweeter than wen ning would have expected when they met, more important than he ever thought.
he'll get to feel exactly how nervous wen ning was when they finally talked, finally making an admission of his own, the fear there along with an inability to stay quiet any longer-- and the sheer relief there is. the warmth. how happy he is, how much something small like the kiss against his hand makes him think he wants more.
there's an alarming amount of restraint, considering how badly wen ning wants to kiss him properly in that moment. more than anything else-- but he wants to keep him close. doesn't want to push anything. so he doesn't act, fully content with what he has, because it's so much more than he ever thought he could get. because he really thinks he just might be in love, and he'd be happy with anything.
--then back in the present, he blinks, concerned.]
Again? Was it-- bad?
[the last thing royce needs right now is more of his trauma.]
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and then something slips, once more.
this time, it's a memory royce is on the other side of, one he knows as well as wen ning-- but from another perspective, one with less depth perception. roses on the desk, nervousness until royce finally admits to them; a sunny, warm fondness at how wen ning thinks it's cute. that he's cute. sweeter than wen ning would have expected when they met, more important than he ever thought.
he'll get to feel exactly how nervous wen ning was when they finally talked, finally making an admission of his own, the fear there along with an inability to stay quiet any longer-- and the sheer relief there is. the warmth. how happy he is, how much something small like the kiss against his hand makes him think he wants more.
there's an alarming amount of restraint, considering how badly wen ning wants to kiss him properly in that moment. more than anything else-- but he wants to keep him close. doesn't want to push anything. so he doesn't act, fully content with what he has, because it's so much more than he ever thought he could get. because he really thinks he just might be in love, and he'd be happy with anything.
--then back in the present, he blinks, concerned.]
Again? Was it-- bad?
[the last thing royce needs right now is more of his trauma.]