The boop on his nose makes him focus down on the gesture, not particularly expecting it but pleasantly happy from it anyway.
He reached out for the hand, not allowing it to retreat as his fingers cradled her wrist.
A pause. Or two.
"Kuon...if we are doing this, I need to let you know I don't want this with us hurting each other because believe me, many of my patients go through something similar and walk away heartbroken." His heart will always belong to Rumi. Her memory. Her love.
And Kuon didn't deserve to become the victim of his shallow emotions. Whatever those were.
"I don't know if I will be able to satisfy you." He admits with his heart pulsing with Azathoth's rhythm.
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When this entire place says otherwise?
The boop on his nose makes him focus down on the gesture, not particularly expecting it but pleasantly happy from it anyway.
He reached out for the hand, not allowing it to retreat as his fingers cradled her wrist.
A pause. Or two.
"Kuon...if we are doing this, I need to let you know I don't want this with us hurting each other because believe me, many of my patients go through something similar and walk away heartbroken." His heart will always belong to Rumi. Her memory. Her love.
And Kuon didn't deserve to become the victim of his shallow emotions. Whatever those were.
"I don't know if I will be able to satisfy you." He admits with his heart pulsing with Azathoth's rhythm.