[Moments like this are quietly sacred. They demand nothing -- Adrian demands nothing -- and yet they mean everything. Once upon a time, Trevor questioned it, wondered why this happened, how they came to be like this, and more to the point, what was driving Adrian and Sypha to put up with him in the first place. Not anymore. He's decided to stop grappling with the reasons; their connection, their love, is like the geometry of the stars. If he tried to pick apart the logistics, it would drive him mad. He's happier simply enjoying it for the beauty it is.
And hell if he knows how to talk about his own emotions, but showing them? The hands slowly moving behind Adrian, to carefully work slow circles through his low back? The soft kisses that occasionally land on Adrian's temple or neck? All surer proclamation than words could ever be.]
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[Moments like this are quietly sacred. They demand nothing -- Adrian demands nothing -- and yet they mean everything. Once upon a time, Trevor questioned it, wondered why this happened, how they came to be like this, and more to the point, what was driving Adrian and Sypha to put up with him in the first place. Not anymore. He's decided to stop grappling with the reasons; their connection, their love, is like the geometry of the stars. If he tried to pick apart the logistics, it would drive him mad. He's happier simply enjoying it for the beauty it is.
And hell if he knows how to talk about his own emotions, but showing them? The hands slowly moving behind Adrian, to carefully work slow circles through his low back? The soft kisses that occasionally land on Adrian's temple or neck? All surer proclamation than words could ever be.]