[Ryan gives a soft mmm so that Akmazian knew he heard. It's so very tempting to let his own eyes shut, but then he wouldn't be able to see Akmazian's face. The interplay of light and shadows, the soft yellow glow that just radiates a sense of warmth. He's starting to wish he had a camera, wish he had artistic talent that would let him paint this.
Somehow 'one step at a time' became crashing through orbit so fast he was lighting on fire from it.
Ryan shifts a little closer, the bare skin of his ankle brushing against Akmazian's. They have to talk. He has to talk. This is the exact thing he was trying to avoid or - or at least clarify.
Being in bed with Akmazian isn't so bad though. If Ryan were more exhausted, or if his pulse wasn't running like a jackhammer through his veins, he might even fall asleep like this.]
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Somehow 'one step at a time' became crashing through orbit so fast he was lighting on fire from it.
Ryan shifts a little closer, the bare skin of his ankle brushing against Akmazian's. They have to talk. He has to talk. This is the exact thing he was trying to avoid or - or at least clarify.
Being in bed with Akmazian isn't so bad though. If Ryan were more exhausted, or if his pulse wasn't running like a jackhammer through his veins, he might even fall asleep like this.]