「PULL 」 : for Leon to pull Luis into his lap.
Human contact was everything. And it was even more to someone as touch-starved as Luis was. The past months on the Hail Mary all by himself had slowly drained him. How often had he laid in his sleeping pod, arms wrapped tight around himself and pretended in his head it was someone else?
Was that pathetic? Maybe he was pathetic…
But then again, with Leon around now, these cravings slowly got fulfilled. Luis had leveraged hugs from Leon. Arms slung around him in happy celebrations. Affirmations. Caring for his wounds. Lying next to each other and just talking beneath an endless sky full of stars. Turning towards him and touching his face gently. Stroking fingers through blond strands. Holding onto him…
That all seemed to fuel Luis’ heart and soul.
But now… this is different.
Luis makes a little surprised noise when he is pulled into Leon’s lap. It is a strange feeling, with gravity non-existent. And part of Luis first believes in an accident.
Then there is the worry. Luis’ eyes travel over Leon’s face, searching for any hurt or pain. For Leon to seek him out like this… it is… well… it is beyond a normal hug, too… or?
Luis’ throat feels dry. He swallows. He isn’t stupid. There is a tension to this kind of pull. But… Leon also is someone, who is so reluctant to all physical touch. As if it burns him. He… does he even know in which way he could push this? Or is this something Luis shouldn’t load onto him? Maybe… it was unfair. Leon was too wounded for this… he shouldn’t take advantage…
Luis’ hands come up for his fingertips to trace along Leon’s jaw, up to his temples, then sink into his hair, draw an arch there… and then Luis leans forward and simply embraces Leon. Innocently. Tilting his head and lying it onto Leon’s shoulder, holding onto him as if he was comforting him still.
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