How would the boys want to be comforted when they're stressed or anxious or tired?
looks for your arms, desperate to rest and recover against your body.
there’s something about your heartbeat beneath his ear, your scent upon his skin, and the way your fingers coil his hair that eases him of his exhaustion and reminds him of home.
“… tell me you love me,” he whispers, “and tell me you mean it.”
wants you to ask him what’s wrong, to curl your fingers behind his neck and pull his lips onto yours, kissing him until he’s pouring his aching heart onto your tongue.
whispers every last little detail against the bare pulse of your heart, so sensitive to your reactions and eager for your sympathy.
entwines his fingers with yours and holds you tight. “… don’t let me go, okay?”
seeks relaxation and pampering - bubble bath, oils and scented candles shimmering in the dripping half-light.
likes to be washed like a child, clean and clear from his troubles, the hot water poured over his head by the gentle cup of your hand.
holds you until the water seeps cold, making art out of your wet hair upon the shimmering nakedness of your skin. “being here with you… it makes it all go away.”
coming home to a clean and tidy environment and heartfelt food. he appreciates the little things, like you understanding how important that is to him.
just having you there, knowing he can see your little pajamas and smell the lingering kiss of your powdered body wash, is enough.
at some point, he takes your wrist between cool fingers. “… kiss me now, please.”
a cosy, comfy bed and a warm body to keep him company.
your soothing voice as you read him a collection of his favourite poetry, legs tangled together beneath the sheets and his hand splayed out across your tummy.
he watches you with the most brazenly adoring depth, and blushes hard when you catch him. “… just read the damn book.” he mumbles, nuzzling between your hoodie and the pillow.
hair stroked and cheek kissed reassurances that everything is - and will be - okay.
lying between your legs, his head crushing your chest, and slowly falling into the kind of drowsy and dreamy sleep that makes everything softer, sweeter.
being babied, being loved unconditionally. “… can you stay with me? i want to cuddle tonight.”
space, and the isolated loneliness to think and feel and overcome the stress in his own way.
just himself, deep music, the memory of your laughter and love, and the wilting roses he’d bought you for company.
you leaving little notes in his dm’s, poetic little moments saved forever. “i looked up at the sky tonight. it was raining, and i thought of you.”
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