[ it's a surprise to him, honestly, and likely a testament to how far she's gotten under his skin at this point. interactions are... exhausting, needlessly so. the questions of why and how test his patience. his sleep is far from restful but at the very least, there's less voices for him to contend with outside of the ones in his nightmares, the ones already in his own head.
but again, they're a stubborn lot, and aerith is likely the most stubborn one of them all.
one hand grips her braid, firm but not too tight, just enough to sting a little as he pulls her head back from his throat. he presses his lips to hers in answer; he'd say it's to quiet her but he can't deny the effect her proximity has had on his body. ]
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but again, they're a stubborn lot, and aerith is likely the most stubborn one of them all.
one hand grips her braid, firm but not too tight, just enough to sting a little as he pulls her head back from his throat. he presses his lips to hers in answer; he'd say it's to quiet her but he can't deny the effect her proximity has had on his body. ]