pink returns to his cheeks, shoulders pull into a shrug, something that seems unnatural, like he had to strain a muscle to attempt the casual gesture. he doesn’t know much at all. he knows some, what he’s heard, vague memories of what he used to be, a majority of social graces and basic information, but things get foggy the further outside the day to day things get. he looks a little lost as the other speaks, dark eyes growing sadder with each passing word, his heart heavy in his chest on behalf of the other. it’s enough to make him reach out for the other’s cheek again, meeting his eyes with sincere concern and care as he continues.
he watches him lay back and lets his hand slip away from his cheek, gently touching the other’s hip, squeezing. “hey,” he says. “i’m so sorry you went through all that, and i’m so sorry that i’ve been working for someone that would be such a coward, that would be c-complicit in something like that and claim to be a caretaker to you, and for maintaining that s-status q-q-quo.” he sighs, chews the inside of his lip. “if i had any other opportunities,” he says, shrugs, then glances up at the other, suddenly concerned. “do you think he’d even let me leave?”
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 ; he seeks it out the moment it’s taken away , curling towards the others hand ----- so much so that he ends up curling up against the others side. his legs fold under his thin frame , gaze focused on the other as he listens to such kind words. someone was sorry. someone cared.
❛ is it selfish of me to say i hope you don’t have any illustrious opportunities waiting for you ? ❜ he smiles sheepishly & reaches up , running a hand through the others hair. ❛ he’d let you leave. you’re not lucrative property like we are. ----- well. were. ❜