[ . . . he pauses to think about it, and he takes in taair's kind words, and then he'll just lean forward again to gently press their foreheads against each other. just a small, tender little touch. yves can't feel pain but he can still feel this. the care and warmth and concern of others, even though he tries not to be a concerning person.
but he always is one, because those are just the flaws he carries. to give so readily even without taking inventory of how much he has left.
though at the same time he can't help but think— ]
... you offer me such kind words, Taair. But... don't you know that's how I feel about you?
[ to not want to see a bird caged. that terrifying future of a taair that feels nothing, that only drifts in slumber and sadness. ]
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but he always is one, because those are just the flaws he carries. to give so readily even without taking inventory of how much he has left.
though at the same time he can't help but think— ]
... you offer me such kind words, Taair. But... don't you know that's how I feel about you?
[ to not want to see a bird caged. that terrifying future of a taair that feels nothing, that only drifts in slumber and sadness. ]