Tell my muse why you care about them. Really hit them in their weak spots!
@glowneon there's a soft silence sitting between them as dana turns the question over in his mind. how does he even begin to answer? how can he put those feelings into words? he reaches out to carefully run his fingers back through gareth's curls, pushing them away from his eyes so their gazes can meet, the pad of dana's thumb moving slowly over the drummer's cheek. so many feelings. the way his heart swells with warmth and comfort and -- the blonde takes in a breath, searching gare's eyes, those stormy blues that have brought a feeling of home for dana for so long, ever since they got to know each other while putting the band together and going to school together. it was an easy friendship, growing up together, clicking together like pieces of a puzzle as they navigated the rough terrain of all the things life threw at them. a slow, gentle smile finally curves the bass player's mouth. "i care about you... you little shit... because you're home." dana's thumb finds gare's bottom lip, smoothing it over affectionately, head tilting to see the boy a little better. "my life isn't my life without you in it. i mean, yeah, you're sweet... and strong... and funny... and a huge badass. so fucking metal, dude." he laughs gently, dropping his hand from gare's face and to the drummer's heart instead, palm resting against it as it beats. "but i'm not me without you. without this. this huge heart you have. and i've been lucky enough to be so close to it for so long... to really see how good of a person you are, how hard you fight." dana's voice softens as he watches gareth, making sure he's hearing how much dana means this. "and for me to know how much i do care about you. how much i want to take care of you, and make you happy, and fight all the fucking demons with you. i care about you because i don't know how to stop -- and i don't want to. you said you were afraid of losing me once. i don't want to lose you either, baby. you're everything to me. and i'm so fucking proud of you."
he never really did take compliments well. though, what he could do was respond in different ways. he’ll lean into the touch, grinning as the blonde bass player moves curls from his forehead. his cheeks are pink as there eyes meet, snickering slightly. it was always easy with dana. it was always easy. it was easy to be himself. it was easy to be himself. it was just comfortable. he’ll lean into the other’s touch, his eyes shifting away slightly as he hums. he’ll finally force himself to look back at the blonde, pursing his lips together as if trying not to smile. it was hard not to smile around dana. maybe that’s how he always knew. it was so hard not to smile around him. he’ll lean forward slightly, pressing his forehead against dana’s for a brief second. he’ll pull away, playfully grabbing dana’s thumb between his teeth, biting down softly. he’ll release once he moves to drop his hand, pulling back slightly as he looks down at his hands in his lap. he never could take a compliment well. he’ll reach to place his hand on top of his, thumb grazing over the top of his hand. he’ll sniff loudly, nodding his head. “you’re so good with words. so good. i can’t even say anything---...”
