No fighting. ( Back to just talking now, he reassures Lalli astutely...or more like he agrees. Touching him hasn't ever been something he's had a problem with.
The arm he leaves around Lalli rubs at his back, comfortingly. Emil's not letting go, but he is adjusting to Lalli's new stance. Warmth...he can still feel where Lalli's forehead was against his neck. How can something feel so relaxing but tense at the same time? He's really getting sick of feeling two complicated things at once.
Hand free to drink again, he does -- liberally. )
Do you want something...not pink? ( Because that looks weird, bro... )
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The arm he leaves around Lalli rubs at his back, comfortingly. Emil's not letting go, but he is adjusting to Lalli's new stance. Warmth...he can still feel where Lalli's forehead was against his neck. How can something feel so relaxing but tense at the same time? He's really getting sick of feeling two complicated things at once.
Hand free to drink again, he does -- liberally. )
Do you want something...not pink? ( Because that looks weird, bro... )