[ Putting it into words certainly isn't easy. Not outside the moment, where the context shifts. But he knows what he wants. He knows, to an extent, what he feels.
Rather, that he does feel. Somewhere inside that empty void he's carved out for himself something is starting to take root. He could pluck it out now, before there's time for it to develop a stranglehold.
Instead his fingers drift down, twine around Taylor's hand, thumb tracing the back of his knuckles thoughtfully. ]
...meant what I said.
[ But he has a way of looking up from under those furrow brows like it's still a question. Like he's waiting to see what Taylor does with that. ]
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Rather, that he does feel. Somewhere inside that empty void he's carved out for himself something is starting to take root. He could pluck it out now, before there's time for it to develop a stranglehold.
Instead his fingers drift down, twine around Taylor's hand, thumb tracing the back of his knuckles thoughtfully. ]
...meant what I said.
[ But he has a way of looking up from under those furrow brows like it's still a question. Like he's waiting to see what Taylor does with that. ]