[Inch by inch, he closes his arms around Adrian more securely, holding him close and tight against his chest. Then, gradually, he slides one hand up his back, tucking against the nape of his neck and raking through his hair.
All of a sudden it makes a terrible sense. Why Adrian didn't want to see him. Why he's been so withdrawn, so shy. He's ashamed, he's traumatized. But maybe worst of all, he feels guilty. Like he should've been better, and as usual, he wasn't enough.]
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[Inch by inch, he closes his arms around Adrian more securely, holding him close and tight against his chest. Then, gradually, he slides one hand up his back, tucking against the nape of his neck and raking through his hair.
All of a sudden it makes a terrible sense. Why Adrian didn't want to see him. Why he's been so withdrawn, so shy. He's ashamed, he's traumatized. But maybe worst of all, he feels guilty. Like he should've been better, and as usual, he wasn't enough.]
You haven't betrayed me. I'm...
[He closes his eyes, releasing a breath.]
You...still trust me, right?