[He doesn't argue as Squall draws him down onto the couch, reaches out blindly to drag that blanket over them both, presses in against Squall's chest as he cries. There are so many things that he hasn't explained, that must be confusing for Squall. Things he hasn't dared to touch, as though if he doesn't acknowledge them they might somehow no longer be true.
Tears still trek down his cheeks but he leans in a little to press a trembling kiss to Squall's lips, then bowing his head to lean his brow against those warm, soothing lips.]
I tried- I know how that is. When someone feels like home. [His shoulders hitch, hands holding tighter to Squall, the grip hard enough that he might have bruises on one arm by the time they detangle themselves.] And every time they-
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Tears still trek down his cheeks but he leans in a little to press a trembling kiss to Squall's lips, then bowing his head to lean his brow against those warm, soothing lips.]
I tried- I know how that is. When someone feels like home. [His shoulders hitch, hands holding tighter to Squall, the grip hard enough that he might have bruises on one arm by the time they detangle themselves.] And every time they-
I can't lose that again. I can't lose you.