[ It's quick and kind of defensive, caught on a shuddering exhale as Len's lips find his pulse, just below the line of his jaw. When he tenses further, this time, it's only a result of fleeting surprise, the shiver that stubble scraping gently against his throat elicits carrying most of it away in its wake. ]
I'm fine.
[ He wants to be fine, anyway. He can't really help it. Usually this sort of dream is more a mirror of his more recent love life (before it died entirely). Decisive moves, little talking. Certainly no gentle touches or careful checking in. It's not a disappointing change from the norm, of course. But he isn't entirely sure how to handle it, either. ]
It's not because of you. [ Though Len probably already knows that. ]
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[ It's quick and kind of defensive, caught on a shuddering exhale as Len's lips find his pulse, just below the line of his jaw. When he tenses further, this time, it's only a result of fleeting surprise, the shiver that stubble scraping gently against his throat elicits carrying most of it away in its wake. ]
I'm fine.
[ He wants to be fine, anyway. He can't really help it. Usually this sort of dream is more a mirror of his more recent love life (before it died entirely). Decisive moves, little talking. Certainly no gentle touches or careful checking in. It's not a disappointing change from the norm, of course. But he isn't entirely sure how to handle it, either. ]
It's not because of you. [ Though Len probably already knows that. ]