His trembling fingertips dig into my shoulders. He gazes into my eyes, his brow furrowed and jaw clenched, his lips twisting into a grimace. The fear, sadness, and gut-wrenchingly hollow loneliness in his constricted pupils leeches into mine, tightening my chest with a burning sensation I know too well. Glazed watery eyes flick between mine, as if searching for an answer from them, hoping one might disagree with the other - but the question was never asked, and the answer never doubted. My arms had been stuck in a state of shock, half-raised. I lift them, slowly letting my hands come to rest across his back. He inhales sharply, the breath catching in his shuddering chest. My arms continue, wrapping around him, pulling him closer. His arms move up and over my shoulders, hands stopping on my spine. His chest meets mine, heaving with uneven breath. There's a pang of warmth on the back of my neck, followed by the sharp cold of a drop running down my back. He lets out a faint whimper as I squeeze him tighter for a moment. I loosen my hold on him enough to see his face, wet with tears and red with heat. My mouth pulls into a slight smile, and his eyelids flutter under their own weight before slamming shut, wrinkling with tension. My hands quickly find the back of his head, pulling it toward mine. Sliding to the side, I place my lips on his left temple. His entire body locks up, vibrating as his muscles involuntarily flex in response to the kiss. I pull him in again, my lips finding their way next to his ear. I inhale slowly, and he does too, the tension melting and fading. I smile. I know he can't see it, but I know he can hear it in my words as I whisper.
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