His hands haven't stilled for a moment, except those few weightless, endless heartbeats before he settled back into his own skin, and he has no intention of starting now. Partly it's a nagging, irrational urge to make sure Bodhi's still there, still in one piece, himself and nobody else, but partly he's just luxuriating. "I missed you."
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Date: 2019-10-07 12:28 am (UTC)His hands haven't stilled for a moment, except those few weightless, endless heartbeats before he settled back into his own skin, and he has no intention of starting now. Partly it's a nagging, irrational urge to make sure Bodhi's still there, still in one piece, himself and nobody else, but partly he's just luxuriating. "I missed you."
Which is also irrational; but God...