( Instinct keeps him there, so close to a tentative kiss that Sunday practically feels his warmth against his lips. This is no sweet dream, but it is enough of a dream that his halo is solid and radiant, yet it is not enough of a dream where he could levitate at will if he wanted. He tried doing so already - earlier. That's why his only choice was to hide and allow Six to get battered up like this in his behalf. )
This almost feels like home.
( He utters low, golden eyes lifting so they're eye to eye. ) But you're right.
( He cradles his hand over Six's, running fingers between his so they're laced together. Maybe this is the key to escape, touching one another or kissing. Considering Six's reaction to exposing his features to him, he's unsure of how welcoming it would be to push themselves together. But he does so, hastily pulling back as soon as their lips touch - paler than ever despite the rush of blood pooling down. )
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This almost feels like home.
( He utters low, golden eyes lifting so they're eye to eye. ) But you're right.
( He cradles his hand over Six's, running fingers between his so they're laced together. Maybe this is the key to escape, touching one another or kissing. Considering Six's reaction to exposing his features to him, he's unsure of how welcoming it would be to push themselves together. But he does so, hastily pulling back as soon as their lips touch - paler than ever despite the rush of blood pooling down. )
I thought this might work. I apologize.