[ and isn't that exactly what he wanted? isn't that all you can ask?
there's a hand on his. he should smile now: say thank you, say i know this is hard; lean in toward victory and the rough bristle of a mouth. a kiss, a simple scene cut. easy. everyone gets what they want.
he doesn't lean in. his hand doesn't unpeel, but turns to wrap about ilias'. ash smears grey between them, its heat faded. isaac rubs a circle through it, then lifts his knuckles to lips. brief. still. ]
Lock the door when you go?
[ he stands to shrug on a shirt, put his back to the bed. to turn his face anywhere away. ]
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there's a hand on his. he should smile now: say thank you, say i know this is hard; lean in toward victory and the rough bristle of a mouth. a kiss, a simple scene cut. easy. everyone gets what they want.
he doesn't lean in. his hand doesn't unpeel, but turns to wrap about ilias'. ash smears grey between them, its heat faded. isaac rubs a circle through it, then lifts his knuckles to lips. brief. still. ]
Lock the door when you go?
[ he stands to shrug on a shirt, put his back to the bed. to turn his face anywhere away. ]