[ his own heart is in his throat, lodged deep. it does not seem real and it is hard to shake off the old fear, of reading too much into things. of getting his hopes up. his fingers dig into the armrests for a brief wild moment, as if to ground charles in reality.
but this is reality, isn't it?
without thinking, charles finds himself reaching out to curl his fingers around erik's hand. ]
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but this is reality, isn't it?
without thinking, charles finds himself reaching out to curl his fingers around erik's hand. ]
You truly want this?
[ do you truly want me? ]