[Well if Manabu says it's okay, who is Grey to defy him? Grey curls up into Manabu's embrace, burying himself in Manabu's warmth and scent.
He lets himself stay there for quite a while and, gradually, those tears subside and tension drains bit by bit away, to be replaced by simple exhaustion. His thoughts become muddled and cloudy, drifting from Rezo to Manabu to Eris to Grey himself, and how strange it is that he's somehow wound up here, in this man's arms.
It's not even an unfamiliar strangeness, really, the odd part is that it's just been reversed. He's already gotten pretty used to holding Manabu in the dead of night.
After a while, Grey speaks again.]
I suppose... You could say you're paying me back.
[His voice is still a little weak, but it's steadier at least.]
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[Well if Manabu says it's okay, who is Grey to defy him? Grey curls up into Manabu's embrace, burying himself in Manabu's warmth and scent.
He lets himself stay there for quite a while and, gradually, those tears subside and tension drains bit by bit away, to be replaced by simple exhaustion. His thoughts become muddled and cloudy, drifting from Rezo to Manabu to Eris to Grey himself, and how strange it is that he's somehow wound up here, in this man's arms.
It's not even an unfamiliar strangeness, really, the odd part is that it's just been reversed. He's already gotten pretty used to holding Manabu in the dead of night.
After a while, Grey speaks again.]
I suppose... You could say you're paying me back.
[His voice is still a little weak, but it's steadier at least.]