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[that feeling caught in his throat slips away as Fearless takes Idia's face into his palms. he can count the people who have touched him like this on one hand. this is different in a lot of ways that his mind is too hazy to count. most notably, Fearless' hands aren't soft, but they hold him gently. they're careful but certain; he does exactly what he means to. this is something he means to do.

Idia sighs against his mouth. he can feel it ghost against Fearless' lips when he pulls away just enough. now that he can say something, Idia doesnt know what. so he stays close.]

Uh... [wow-- "uh"? Idia screws his eyes more tightly shut.] Did I miss something?

[like, for example, why is this kind of a rush?]