[...He can't help it. He shouldn't. In a way, maybe he is putting it on strong, a way to pull in the man to get him to leave these stupid circumstances. Tch. It's not like the man's been gone for that long, even.]
[But he's leaning down, further, further, as his nose brushes along the bridge of the other's brow. As if its easy, as if he can't help himself.]
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[...He can't help it. He shouldn't. In a way, maybe he is putting it on strong, a way to pull in the man to get him to leave these stupid circumstances. Tch. It's not like the man's been gone for that long, even.]
[But he's leaning down, further, further, as his nose brushes along the bridge of the other's brow. As if its easy, as if he can't help himself.]
[He...really can't help himself.]
Of course, if you don't want it...I can leave.