[For a moment--longer, a minute--the too-familiar pain that echoes in their Bond renders Myr speechless. He knows, too well, the interior contours of realizing he'd let someone down through his own incapacity; it has struck him from ambush too many times in the past three years. How can he respond to it adequately when he doesn't even know how to handle his own--let alone when he's caused that crushed-heart feeling?
Where words won't suffice, instinct moves him to action. He slips his arms around his Bonded in a silent embrace and simply holds L to his chest.
(The memory comes unbidden of how Everett had held him when he'd floundered, failed, couldn't follow where their initial flirting had led them. Had the older man been disappointed in him then and flawlessly concealed it? They hadn't been Bonded; if they had, could Myr have survived even an instant of knowing that, however kind Everett had been to him after?
There were wonders and cruelties both to the Bonds.)]
Will you, [he murmurs at length,] sit here the night hating yourself for not being well enough to come with me?
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Where words won't suffice, instinct moves him to action. He slips his arms around his Bonded in a silent embrace and simply holds L to his chest.
(The memory comes unbidden of how Everett had held him when he'd floundered, failed, couldn't follow where their initial flirting had led them. Had the older man been disappointed in him then and flawlessly concealed it? They hadn't been Bonded; if they had, could Myr have survived even an instant of knowing that, however kind Everett had been to him after?
There were wonders and cruelties both to the Bonds.)]
Will you, [he murmurs at length,] sit here the night hating yourself for not being well enough to come with me?