[ He slowly and carefully drags his thumbs along the backs of her fingers, keeping her hands cupped in his. Really, he wants to reach over and hug her, but the angle is a bit awkward. There's also a matter of him wanting her to finish her thoughts. And both of them being able to see the other's expression. It's important, he thinks, right now. ]
I have you, normal doesn't matter.
[ Besides, what's normal? Everyone's relationships are different, catered to how they specifically work together. Besides, he doesn't think he could be with someone who didn't understand how precarious touch can be. Someone free of those reservations would be too difficult to relate to.
The two of them get it. He doesn't mind waiting and working it out with her. And if they never get to "normal", he's been more than happy with what they've been able to achieve. Waking up to her in the morning warms him to the very ends of his nerves. ]
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I have you, normal doesn't matter.
[ Besides, what's normal? Everyone's relationships are different, catered to how they specifically work together. Besides, he doesn't think he could be with someone who didn't understand how precarious touch can be. Someone free of those reservations would be too difficult to relate to.
The two of them get it. He doesn't mind waiting and working it out with her. And if they never get to "normal", he's been more than happy with what they've been able to achieve. Waking up to her in the morning warms him to the very ends of his nerves. ]