Yes. [It's the first impulsive response, quickly spoken, habitual. As he settles against Cloud, becoming more boneless. The hand on his back is trying for comfort, whic is honestly enough for Daan.
Then, more honestly, he murmurs:] I think... that I am. [There's a quiet sigh, a hand roughly rubbing his eye, as if that'll somehow erase any evidence. That's twice now Cloud's heart and stubbornness has moved him.
He isn't sure how to handle that kind of vulnerability.]
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Then, more honestly, he murmurs:] I think... that I am. [There's a quiet sigh, a hand roughly rubbing his eye, as if that'll somehow erase any evidence. That's twice now Cloud's heart and stubbornness has moved him.
He isn't sure how to handle that kind of vulnerability.]
...I can't remember being treated like that.