"I love you," he replies, feeling the multi-faceted ache in his heart that he's started to recognize he gets when Wanyin lets him have him like this - a quiet pain at the broken quality in his voice and the deep hurts it speaks to, and a devastatingly fierce gratitude that he gets to have Wanyin at his most raw.
Though he has appreciated every single time that Wanyin has allowed himself to be vulnerable with him, he has never really drawn much attention to his tears - too afraid that doing so would make him stop, at first, and because he did not want Wanyin to feel embarrassed.
But now he lets his hands slide down to cup either side of Wanyin's neck instead of the back of his head, the pads of his thumbs resting gently on tear-streaked cheeks without trying to wipe them away.
"I love you like this. I love that you let me see you cry."
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Date: 2021-10-12 05:50 am (UTC)Though he has appreciated every single time that Wanyin has allowed himself to be vulnerable with him, he has never really drawn much attention to his tears - too afraid that doing so would make him stop, at first, and because he did not want Wanyin to feel embarrassed.
But now he lets his hands slide down to cup either side of Wanyin's neck instead of the back of his head, the pads of his thumbs resting gently on tear-streaked cheeks without trying to wipe them away.
"I love you like this. I love that you let me see you cry."