@cakeBaker2000 It’s alright.
> You confirm, unmoving as he dozed. You could only wish he stayed, but. You wouldn’t be one to stop him. Softly give the top of his head a peck.
@cakeBaker2000 It’s, mm.
> A grumble?? But not one of exasperation. It helped, some.
> You watch him move his hands away, fingers still lightly meddling with his hair. You’re hoping he made the right decision for himself.
@cakeBaker2000 Don’t do that. You don’t gotta be sorry for nothin’.
> You murmur to him, brushing his stray bangs back. If he did end up sleeping there, you wouldn’t mind. Hell, he probably needed it.
@cakeBaker2000 > You do almost let him go, but when he relaxes, you hug him close to you. Like your life half-depended on it. Kissing his hair softly, and attempting to console him quietly.
Shh. I know, angel. I know. S’alright.
> Ooh. You feel bad. Rub at his back soothingly.
@cakeBaker2000 ... C’mere.
> You?? move closer, raising your arm mid-way (as if you were deciding), and bring it down around him gingerly. Pulling him closer with ease, in case he wanted to move away from you.
> He’s nearly on the edge. You Hate It.
@cakeBaker2000 Got too much weight on your shoulders, hon’.
> The worry only Heightens. Your brows knit together, and you’re looking at him again. Yikes.
> The last thing you’d like to do is put any further toll on him.
@cakeBaker2000 > Your eyes flicker for a few moments, before you decide to move further into the room. And even further when you sit down next to him.
> Or. Close proximity, at least. You offer a sigh.
Mm. Rough?
@cakeBaker2000 > You suppose you should head back in, just to check on him. Thus, you leave your place and poke your head around the corner again.
...
Everything alright?
> You’re looking him up and down again, just to see if anything changed between the time you left and the time he —
@cakeBaker2000 > Oh, Oof. There was always a second spot, which you gladly welcomed the other dog to, scritching away behind his ears and such.
> At some point, you’d taken a seat to accommodate, sighing as you opened your lap for them. The sound of your husband in the other room was muffled.
@cakeBaker2000 > Swallow, and give a nod. Aaaalright.
> Exit the room to reside in the kitchen. You weren’t entirely alone; one of two dogs had decided to take their vow of absence right by the back door.
> Which you ruined, as soon as you’d parted with the mug, and crouched down to tend —
@cakeBaker2000 ... Okay.
> You stop midway. You look ridiculous standing there, now that you think of it. You’re also not... permitted to touch him, you think.
> So, maybe you’ll grab your mug and head back to the kitchen.
You, uh.
You want anything.
> You’re only now noticing your —
@cakeBaker2000 > You hate the way he looks. How sad his face is. So, you force yourself to speak more.
You—
... I love you. And I’ll do it because I want to. I don’t wanna hurt you like that.
I wanna tell ya everything. Every little thing. And, I will.
> Jesus Christ. Maybe. Maybe stand? —
@cakeBaker2000 > You’ll admit, you did pull yourself back a bit there. Now, you’re forcing yourself not to close up any further.
I’ll talk.
> And, give a single nod in confirmation, locked on him now. Your want turned into need, and when you needed to do it, well. It’d get done.
> You —
@cakeBaker2000 > You don’t particularly enjoy this.
But you’ll do it. You almost don’t believe him when he says he doesn’t want you gone. Hm.
> It’s a relief. You’re almost relieved. You look anywhere but him, now.
...
Alright.
We’ll talk, then. If that’s what you need.
> You pause, —