[The sheer strength from Cloud shouldn't surprise him by this point, but sometimes it does catch him off guard. Not that he minds; there's some kind of security in another person's strength that gives him comfort, and Daan settles into his lap.
The confession -- as it is, more or less -- does make him hesitate. It's not as if Daan doesn't know. He's known for awhile now, even if there are very large parts left unsaid. A part of his chest clenches, twists, mostly out of fear. Fear for his own future, for Cloud's well-being. They've played that song and dance already more than a few times, especially when Daan reacted so poorly to waking up with a ring on his hand.
Daan places a hand to the of Cloud's neck, thumb tracing over skin. To be this important to someone, that too is something he's always yearned for. Why was it so different with Elise?]
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[The sheer strength from Cloud shouldn't surprise him by this point, but sometimes it does catch him off guard. Not that he minds; there's some kind of security in another person's strength that gives him comfort, and Daan settles into his lap.
The confession -- as it is, more or less -- does make him hesitate. It's not as if Daan doesn't know. He's known for awhile now, even if there are very large parts left unsaid. A part of his chest clenches, twists, mostly out of fear. Fear for his own future, for Cloud's well-being. They've played that song and dance already more than a few times, especially when Daan reacted so poorly to waking up with a ring on his hand.
Daan places a hand to the of Cloud's neck, thumb tracing over skin. To be this important to someone, that too is something he's always yearned for.
Why was it so different with Elise?]...Would you really take me back with you?