[ and that's the crux of it, isn't it? he's not scared like he used to be. he still is at times but he's able to push through it, to manage himself properly and do what needs doing. he doesn't make himself smaller, doesn't let himself be steamrolled.
the kisses practically take his breath away and he's practically coiled around him like a clinging vine by the time graves speaks again, pressing their foreheads together - he nips playfully at the pad of graves' thumb, then settles. ] I want to forget I was ever worried.
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[ and that's the crux of it, isn't it? he's not scared like he used to be. he still is at times but he's able to push through it, to manage himself properly and do what needs doing. he doesn't make himself smaller, doesn't let himself be steamrolled.
the kisses practically take his breath away and he's practically coiled around him like a clinging vine by the time graves speaks again, pressing their foreheads together - he nips playfully at the pad of graves' thumb, then settles. ] I want to forget I was ever worried.