That contact, more than he's had in weeks is almost too much to bear. He lets his head drop and every fibre of his being goes into not leaning into that touch.
"What if I..." He frowns. "What if I don't wish to give it time? What if...that's the last thing on my mind?"
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"What if I..." He frowns. "What if I don't wish to give it time? What if...that's the last thing on my mind?"