[ Mice and men and all their best laid intentions. His move had been a careless rebuke, an exit strategy given physical form, and for what?
To clear his weak flesh of its impulses, to drive his undisciplined sight from the source of temptation that threatened to break the perpetual nonchalance of his facade. And it had worked, even if not as effectively as he'd have liked, because the rising blood in his cheeks settles, cooling the paths of its travel until the pink gives way to ivory once more.
But it was no less an exercise of futility, because what is granted in its wake is just as, if not more, intimate. A hand gathered between cloth and his own, a body warm and turned to him in its steeply purchased repose--at least, Lavi thinks, he is alone to contemplate these things.
(He could wake and stir Yu to steal his freedom back, but the thought of it troubles him more than the closeness of now. The goal of this all had been for this end: to grant Yu a dreamless sleep where he can find peace, and the face of the man turned to him is nothing if not a picture of released burdens.)
Finally, a sigh on his breath, Lavi twists just enough to alleviate the pressure on his back, squeezing the hand on his chest faintly before releasing it from his hold. He gathers the haphazardly placed notes from the bedside table, pausing to spare a last glance at his partner.
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To clear his weak flesh of its impulses, to drive his undisciplined sight from the source of temptation that threatened to break the perpetual nonchalance of his facade. And it had worked, even if not as effectively as he'd have liked, because the rising blood in his cheeks settles, cooling the paths of its travel until the pink gives way to ivory once more.
But it was no less an exercise of futility, because what is granted in its wake is just as, if not more, intimate. A hand gathered between cloth and his own, a body warm and turned to him in its steeply purchased repose--at least, Lavi thinks, he is alone to contemplate these things.
(He could wake and stir Yu to steal his freedom back, but the thought of it troubles him more than the closeness of now. The goal of this all had been for this end: to grant Yu a dreamless sleep where he can find peace, and the face of the man turned to him is nothing if not a picture of released burdens.)
Finally, a sigh on his breath, Lavi twists just enough to alleviate the pressure on his back, squeezing the hand on his chest faintly before releasing it from his hold. He gathers the haphazardly placed notes from the bedside table, pausing to spare a last glance at his partner.
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See you in the morning, Yu.