[There's too much in him. Too much static and exhaustion and latent fear and he pulls back to look at Caleb and for a moment his imagination provides what it might look like to see those beautiful eyes go dim. There's too much noise when his chest clenches tight.
He presses forward, an arm sliding around behind Caleb's back while the one in his shirt twists so tight his knuckles go white and Chris leans in to kiss him so maybe he won't notice that Chris' eyes have started to sting.
He should say something. Thank you, to start. I love you is a good option. I'll work on it might be a stretch, but it would be something.
He doesn't say anything, just pours it all into kissing his boyfriend, his oldest friend here. This sweet man he didn't deserve, but would keep close all the same.]
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He presses forward, an arm sliding around behind Caleb's back while the one in his shirt twists so tight his knuckles go white and Chris leans in to kiss him so maybe he won't notice that Chris' eyes have started to sting.
He should say something. Thank you, to start. I love you is a good option. I'll work on it might be a stretch, but it would be something.
He doesn't say anything, just pours it all into kissing his boyfriend, his oldest friend here. This sweet man he didn't deserve, but would keep close all the same.]