[ By now anything startling about having Linneus in his arms, one way or another, has melded into a sense of familiarity. He fits there, secure and safe in as much as Dazai embraces him like this is downright routine, when in actuality it's new enough to be worth the shock that never comes.
Instead they're left without that jarring sense of strangeness, and only Dazai mirroring back the gradual acceptance with a nod that touches their foreheads together while he permits Linneus to take his time in solidifying his decision. ]
All right...
[ Talk is cheap, worth even less so when a man like Dazai has spent too many years putting nothing behind his words- neither effort nor truth and least of all feelings. So he'll let his actions speak for him instead, with arms drawing around and underneath the other man in order to pick him up bridal-style before exiting the shower.
Soaked clothes won't matter soon enough, with spares set out for both of them. But he is sure to set Linneus upon the bed with his towel drawn around him as a barrier, so that nothing soaks the sheets or mattress below.
Still, after setting him upon the sheets Dazai is slow to draw away. Impossible as it might be, it feels like Linneus is the only thing keeping the hastily stitched together pieces of his heart from unraveling at the seams. So he stays, the hand once holding him up along the length of spine unmoving as the rest of him. ]
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Instead they're left without that jarring sense of strangeness, and only Dazai mirroring back the gradual acceptance with a nod that touches their foreheads together while he permits Linneus to take his time in solidifying his decision. ]
All right...
[ Talk is cheap, worth even less so when a man like Dazai has spent too many years putting nothing behind his words- neither effort nor truth and least of all feelings. So he'll let his actions speak for him instead, with arms drawing around and underneath the other man in order to pick him up bridal-style before exiting the shower.
Soaked clothes won't matter soon enough, with spares set out for both of them. But he is sure to set Linneus upon the bed with his towel drawn around him as a barrier, so that nothing soaks the sheets or mattress below.
Still, after setting him upon the sheets Dazai is slow to draw away. Impossible as it might be, it feels like Linneus is the only thing keeping the hastily stitched together pieces of his heart from unraveling at the seams. So he stays, the hand once holding him up along the length of spine unmoving as the rest of him. ]