[ This would almost be enough. Just this. Just being here, cut off from the world by a barrier formed of the two people he adores most. This is good, and safe, and he's loved.
Sypha's hand, the one that isn't coiled up in his, is between his shoulderblades, trailing lazily up and down the top of his spine, and his shoulders twitch slightly with it every now and then. It's not an entirely voluntary movement, and that's- that's okay. It adds to the sensation of giving up control, of not needing control right now. He doesn't need to look behind him. He doesn't need to listen for footsteps. He doesn't need to do or say or think about anything. Just the two of them. He only needs to focus on the two of them. ]
If that wasn't rhetorical then I don't know, but you're not allowed to go there right now. Have to stay here.
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Sypha's hand, the one that isn't coiled up in his, is between his shoulderblades, trailing lazily up and down the top of his spine, and his shoulders twitch slightly with it every now and then. It's not an entirely voluntary movement, and that's- that's okay. It adds to the sensation of giving up control, of not needing control right now. He doesn't need to look behind him. He doesn't need to listen for footsteps. He doesn't need to do or say or think about anything. Just the two of them. He only needs to focus on the two of them. ]
If that wasn't rhetorical then I don't know, but you're not allowed to go there right now. Have to stay here.