( perhaps it's a little stark, a little inhuman, to say that he's used to it--that when the tentacles come up, winding through his loose hair, that he doesn't even fully recognize that it isn't the same short pass of fingers; but he's lived long years amongst all kinds of shapes and sizes and curses, of course it wouldn't trigger to him as anything unnatural. it's the first time he's wondering, though, if it should--but then, what was it they said?
'should' is complicated, and maybe not even necessary, here. it feels good to be touched, in any capacity, by palamedes, and he takes comfort in it no matter what it reveals about himself. to breathe him in, press his nose along his shoulder, tuck his mouth in near the crook of his neck: but he can't speak that way, forever, so he reluctantly lifts his chin.
it hooks, above his shoulder, tilted just slightly given the mild disparity of their height--not enough to be bothersome, but enough that his head angles upward. )
...Do you want to read me? ( it feels like the more important question, as his arms stay tight around palamedes' middle, palms pressed gently to the small of his back, now, as though keeping even their hips in tow. )
Is it just age, you'll discover? That's fine. If it's other things, too, I can...explain. It isn't a problem.
( the explaining of it, anyway. what palamedes might feel is a different story, but he can't speak to that. he just doesn't want anything that he senses to tear them apart in this moment, at least; if he can hug and hold him just a little longer, just long enough to be able to remember it fully, then that will have to do. )
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'should' is complicated, and maybe not even necessary, here. it feels good to be touched, in any capacity, by palamedes, and he takes comfort in it no matter what it reveals about himself. to breathe him in, press his nose along his shoulder, tuck his mouth in near the crook of his neck: but he can't speak that way, forever, so he reluctantly lifts his chin.
it hooks, above his shoulder, tilted just slightly given the mild disparity of their height--not enough to be bothersome, but enough that his head angles upward. )
...Do you want to read me? ( it feels like the more important question, as his arms stay tight around palamedes' middle, palms pressed gently to the small of his back, now, as though keeping even their hips in tow. )
Is it just age, you'll discover? That's fine. If it's other things, too, I can...explain. It isn't a problem.
( the explaining of it, anyway. what palamedes might feel is a different story, but he can't speak to that. he just doesn't want anything that he senses to tear them apart in this moment, at least; if he can hug and hold him just a little longer, just long enough to be able to remember it fully, then that will have to do. )