[ gently, he lets his hand slowly rub wriothesley's back up and down, stroking easily as he enjoys the softness of the kiss. it feels exactly like that, and as he pulls away just as carefully, he thunks their foreheads together a moment. ]
Feel real enough?
[ he maybe ducks in to squeeze in another hug, pressing closely, genuinely. the hug is almost kind of desperate, and maybe that's because of the residual memory that he has hanging off of him. even if the warm sun and the salty water, and the delight of seeing old friends again, it sticks to him like tar, clings, and it'll take a bit for him to shove it in the box where it belongs. that's fine. ]
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Feel real enough?
[ he maybe ducks in to squeeze in another hug, pressing closely, genuinely. the hug is almost kind of desperate, and maybe that's because of the residual memory that he has hanging off of him. even if the warm sun and the salty water, and the delight of seeing old friends again, it sticks to him like tar, clings, and it'll take a bit for him to shove it in the box where it belongs. that's fine. ]