[ But there's nowhere to squirm to. Locus keeps him there, walled up by the sheer weight and size of him, a hand on the back of his head...
Not the nape of his neck, though. Not even now. He's present, he's aware. And he's leaning in to catch teeth at the edge of his ear. ]
Do you know what it felt like, watching you fall?
[ The words are heavy, thick with things he won't say, can't say, but it's the closet approximation he can get to why. His palm slides across the cheek he caught him on, tracing after the warmth that follows in the wake of the initial sting. ]
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Not the nape of his neck, though. Not even now. He's present, he's aware. And he's leaning in to catch teeth at the edge of his ear. ]
Do you know what it felt like, watching you fall?
[ The words are heavy, thick with things he won't say, can't say, but it's the closet approximation he can get to why. His palm slides across the cheek he caught him on, tracing after the warmth that follows in the wake of the initial sting. ]
Thinking I was too late?