[Slowly, cautiously, he wraps his arms around Adrian as gently as he can, bringing him along in the cradle of his arms as he lies back down onto the mattress. Ironic, isn't it. He's gotten his wish in the worst possible way, wanting his world to be nothing but Adrian for a while.
He just wishes there weren't the tears. The sorrow. The anguish.]
Adrian...I won't even be born for half a century. You —
[Wait. Wait, that's not even the point at all, is it? He's grasping for the easy answers, subconsciously, because he's so afraid of fucking up the hard ones.]
...They hurt you. They were hurting you, you did what you had to.
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[Slowly, cautiously, he wraps his arms around Adrian as gently as he can, bringing him along in the cradle of his arms as he lies back down onto the mattress. Ironic, isn't it. He's gotten his wish in the worst possible way, wanting his world to be nothing but Adrian for a while.
He just wishes there weren't the tears. The sorrow. The anguish.]
Adrian...I won't even be born for half a century. You —
[Wait. Wait, that's not even the point at all, is it? He's grasping for the easy answers, subconsciously, because he's so afraid of fucking up the hard ones.]
...They hurt you. They were hurting you, you did what you had to.