[ Genya’s chest tightens when Robin leans into his touch. So cute. Warmth spreads, coloring the roots of his ears and throat with a shade of pink. Light, but just enough to betray his nerves. What has this resort done to him? He can’t even talk to another guy without noticing how cute he is.
His hand remains, turning to brush scraped knuckles along the side of Robin’s soft cheek. A man possessed, he knows he should snap his hand back for his own sake, but he’s as helpless as a moth to flame. ]
This resort’s really messing with all of us.
[ Case in point: Genya shudders violently in another coughing fit. It forces him to pull his hand away to cover his mouth with both, but even the cupping of two hands can’t contain the mass of petals dumped into them. They flutter to the ground around them. Tears stream down his face, following along the shape angle of his jaw. ]
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His hand remains, turning to brush scraped knuckles along the side of Robin’s soft cheek. A man possessed, he knows he should snap his hand back for his own sake, but he’s as helpless as a moth to flame. ]
This resort’s really messing with all of us.
[ Case in point: Genya shudders violently in another coughing fit. It forces him to pull his hand away to cover his mouth with both, but even the cupping of two hands can’t contain the mass of petals dumped into them. They flutter to the ground around them. Tears stream down his face, following along the shape angle of his jaw. ]
Sorry. It’s been getting worse.