[ he really can't feel any type of pain if anders squeezes that heart—but it does feel like he's also reached right into yves' ribcage to give his heart a squeeze.
not for the first time, he does believe that he and anders have so frequently been on the different sides of the same coin. if there's anyone who can understand yves' hang-ups about killing a friend, it's him. it was one of their earliest conversations, and...
it echoes again now.
despite himself, and everything he does to keep it together, tears spill over before he can stop them even as a feeling of awe and surprise overtakes him. for all that yves gives so endlessly and generously, not once did he ever anticipate that someone would return the same to him. ]
... Anders, I...
[ words fail him, but the gratitude is obvious. the way that even now, there is something in yves that instinctively wants to reach back out to what anders is offering. to hold onto this offered affection as his lifeline through all the despair he feels. ]
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not for the first time, he does believe that he and anders have so frequently been on the different sides of the same coin. if there's anyone who can understand yves' hang-ups about killing a friend, it's him. it was one of their earliest conversations, and...
it echoes again now.
despite himself, and everything he does to keep it together, tears spill over before he can stop them even as a feeling of awe and surprise overtakes him. for all that yves gives so endlessly and generously, not once did he ever anticipate that someone would return the same to him. ]
... Anders, I...
[ words fail him, but the gratitude is obvious. the way that even now, there is something in yves that instinctively wants to reach back out to what anders is offering. to hold onto this offered affection as his lifeline through all the despair he feels. ]