And it's why he will move both smoothly and certainly; one knee coming up onto the bedside and, pivoting to lean over her, both hands sweeping up to catch her face. ]
Lux— [ Strong as it is soft. Rough-soft, and bespeaking in a manner that while calm...
... he's actually a little upset about that.
Because it's something... it's something he didn't want to push on before. Because of knowing how much it hurt her and not ever wanting to do something to hurt her; as Allen is with all of his friends and why he will sacrifice himself and his honesty to keep them from being hurt by the nature of himself. Balancing one and then the other, being true to himself and trying to be mindful of how that nature itself pains people that care about him. So he'll catch her up like that in a gesture that's both a gently commanding please listen to me as much as it's about his thumbs sweeping along her cheeks and brushing away the lingering dampness. ]
...please stop.
[ And will, like someone who's just rushed to the edge of a cliff, come to a dead-soft stop.
A dead stop, where he might continued to speak in that quietly rough-soft impassioned tone...]
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And it's why he will move both smoothly and certainly; one knee coming up onto the bedside and, pivoting to lean over her, both hands sweeping up to catch her face. ]
Lux— [ Strong as it is soft. Rough-soft, and bespeaking in a manner that while calm...
... he's actually a little upset about that.
Because it's something... it's something he didn't want to push on before. Because of knowing how much it hurt her and not ever wanting to do something to hurt her; as Allen is with all of his friends and why he will sacrifice himself and his honesty to keep them from being hurt by the nature of himself. Balancing one and then the other, being true to himself and trying to be mindful of how that nature itself pains people that care about him. So he'll catch her up like that in a gesture that's both a gently commanding please listen to me as much as it's about his thumbs sweeping along her cheeks and brushing away the lingering dampness. ]
...please stop.
[ And will, like someone who's just rushed to the edge of a cliff, come to a dead-soft stop.
A dead stop, where he might continued to speak in that quietly rough-soft impassioned tone...]