He shifts around just enough to get both his hands on David's face.
"I'm not very impressed with the people who love you," he says. It's sharp. He's aware if he had access to Nori, he'd have half a mind to go make clear to her and this boyfriend of hers that she was never to come around David again. He's angrier at that part of the story than at the demon, or at the bereaved woman. Both are perhaps more horrifying, with farther reaching consequences, but there is no betrayal in them. Nothing personal.
His heart knows betrayal. And has no forgiveness for it.
"But you, sweet one, I am ever more in awe of. How is it that after all that, your impulse was still to help, to protect? You've a heart not made to be alone, and endured so much loneliness." He presses his lips to his boyfriend's, as if closing that space can close the wounds David bears.
"I'll forgive you forgetting that you aren't alone anymore," he whispers. Because, yes, he is starting to comprehend, in some way, the hugeness of David's willingness to love him.
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"I'm not very impressed with the people who love you," he says. It's sharp. He's aware if he had access to Nori, he'd have half a mind to go make clear to her and this boyfriend of hers that she was never to come around David again. He's angrier at that part of the story than at the demon, or at the bereaved woman. Both are perhaps more horrifying, with farther reaching consequences, but there is no betrayal in them. Nothing personal.
His heart knows betrayal. And has no forgiveness for it.
"But you, sweet one, I am ever more in awe of. How is it that after all that, your impulse was still to help, to protect? You've a heart not made to be alone, and endured so much loneliness." He presses his lips to his boyfriend's, as if closing that space can close the wounds David bears.
"I'll forgive you forgetting that you aren't alone anymore," he whispers. Because, yes, he is starting to comprehend, in some way, the hugeness of David's willingness to love him.