[ His breath catches when Wriothesley grabs him, the surge of heat shooting straight to his groin at that.
Damn…he hadn’t realized it could get this bad. But then, he’s been struggling to focus for some time, hasn’t he? He can’t even remember what these marks on their bodies mean now—not his spade, nor the more elaborate pattern on Wriothesley’s wrists, so mesmerizing that he realizes he hadn’t looked up until that question. ]
What?
[ He swallows, hard, trying not to let panic set in as the full brunt of his inaction has finally settled in—the one thing he’d been trying to deny by forcing himself through training and discipline when he should’ve tried to reach out to someone before it was too late.
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Damn…he hadn’t realized it could get this bad. But then, he’s been struggling to focus for some time, hasn’t he? He can’t even remember what these marks on their bodies mean now—not his spade, nor the more elaborate pattern on Wriothesley’s wrists, so mesmerizing that he realizes he hadn’t looked up until that question. ]
What?
[ He swallows, hard, trying not to let panic set in as the full brunt of his inaction has finally settled in—the one thing he’d been trying to deny by forcing himself through training and discipline when he should’ve tried to reach out to someone before it was too late.
…He’d been a fool. ]
I’ve never… There isn’t anyone I could…