[ Xenk's words and his conviction and the promise inside of them feel so warm. And yet, they also feel like they hollow out his chest and make him feel this ache he does not have a word for.
He feels like crying, but it's been so long since he's let himself cry. He also feels this need to get closer, to seek comfort from him. But he's never had that from another person. The closest he has come has been when they've bathed together today and before, but that wasn't like this. A strange sensation, like he wants to be held. He doesn't understand it in the slightest.
But tonight has already been one of many firsts, hasn't it? So slowly, carefully, he moves closer still, until he's awkwardly slotted up against Xenk's body. At least, it feels awkward to him. It is very new. ]
Promise me when we leave here, that you'll come to Baldur's Gate.
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He feels like crying, but it's been so long since he's let himself cry. He also feels this need to get closer, to seek comfort from him. But he's never had that from another person. The closest he has come has been when they've bathed together today and before, but that wasn't like this. A strange sensation, like he wants to be held. He doesn't understand it in the slightest.
But tonight has already been one of many firsts, hasn't it? So slowly, carefully, he moves closer still, until he's awkwardly slotted up against Xenk's body. At least, it feels awkward to him. It is very new. ]
Promise me when we leave here, that you'll come to Baldur's Gate.
[ Xenk's word, after all, is as good as gold. ]