"I don't care if this place feels safer than home." His jaw tightened.
“...You're not sitting through this alone. Not tonight."
He hesitated before offering a faint, reassuring smile.
"You don't have to pretend it's no big deal." His voice stayed quiet, careful.
"If she's the reason you're out here in the middle of the night..." He exhaled slowly, glancing toward the church again before looking back at him.
"...then it is a big deal." ——
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he’s moving to hold the hoodie around himself properly, arms slithering into sleeves effortlessly. although it’s a bit bigger on him, his hands hidden just within the sleeves.
he stayed silent a moment, glancing towards ryan as well as the dark that surrounded them. ╋
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warmth without forcing him any closer. Ryan glanced toward the darkened church before looking back at him.
“What are you doing out here?” His voice softened. Ryan's expression barely changed, but inside, every instinct screamed that something was wrong.
Ryan remained quiet as Naim shifted closer, his gaze dropping briefly to the nervous movement of his fingers. The soft thank-you did little to ease the concern tightening in his chest.
“You don’t have to thank me.”
His shoulder pressed gently against Naim’s, offering ——
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head is lifting up, green and brown irises as nearly teary. fingers began to fiddle with each other out of nervousness.
〝 .. ryan .ᐣ 〞
his voice is smooth, his name leaving his mouth in an almost tender manner before a hoodie is draped over him. eyes are fixating on╋
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He almost walked right past the church before the familiar silhouette made him stop dead in his tracks.
“...Naim?”
His voice came out quieter than he’d meant it to. Without thinking, he shrugged off his hoodie and carefully draped it over the other’s shoulders ——