"If I have to be separated from you a second time, I shan't survive it, either. I barely survived this one." He's afraid to move, afraid to startle Watson away in this moment, but he allows himself a hand against Watson's cheek, his touch gentle, seeking acceptance.
"Always, John. You and I -- this is always." He wants to say more, but isn't sure what it is he wants to say; his emotions choke out his ability to form words, and they tumble around inside him until he feels like a nonsensical mess.
He takes an unsteady breath, reveling in the fact that it's breath he shares with Watson in the limited space between them. Once he notices that, he can't seem to stop himself; he closes the space remaining between them and kisses him, struggling not to be too eager, not to be too desperate, to let Watson set the pace.
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"Always, John. You and I -- this is always." He wants to say more, but isn't sure what it is he wants to say; his emotions choke out his ability to form words, and they tumble around inside him until he feels like a nonsensical mess.
He takes an unsteady breath, reveling in the fact that it's breath he shares with Watson in the limited space between them. Once he notices that, he can't seem to stop himself; he closes the space remaining between them and kisses him, struggling not to be too eager, not to be too desperate, to let Watson set the pace.