[He might. He might not. But Rean didn't say it, so instead of addressing that problem he's just staring at Rean's hand like it's going to bite him. Honestly, Rean's held his hand out to Crow way too much, literally and metaphorically, and Crow feels like if he takes it right now he won't be able to control what he does next. But he can't just reject it for no reason. So cautiously he lifts his hand to take Rean's.
It's warm. Crow's always been just a bit bigger than Rean, but he still has the sensation that he's tiny in comparison. Rean could hold the whole world in that hand. Yet, Crow just wants it to hold him. That's selfish and embarrassing and he's been trying for ages to hide it, but maybe he really is too drunk. Too drunk to deal with things. Too drunk to hide his feelings.
Too drunk not to pull Rean down, tangle his free hand in his shirt, and kiss him with utter desperation.]
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[He might. He might not. But Rean didn't say it, so instead of addressing that problem he's just staring at Rean's hand like it's going to bite him. Honestly, Rean's held his hand out to Crow way too much, literally and metaphorically, and Crow feels like if he takes it right now he won't be able to control what he does next. But he can't just reject it for no reason. So cautiously he lifts his hand to take Rean's.
It's warm. Crow's always been just a bit bigger than Rean, but he still has the sensation that he's tiny in comparison. Rean could hold the whole world in that hand. Yet, Crow just wants it to hold him. That's selfish and embarrassing and he's been trying for ages to hide it, but maybe he really is too drunk. Too drunk to deal with things. Too drunk to hide his feelings.
Too drunk not to pull Rean down, tangle his free hand in his shirt, and kiss him with utter desperation.]