[He doesn’t resist as Arisu pulls him closer. If anything, he leans into it, tipsy enough to be hungry for contact and wanting to be touched.
He releases a soft huff at Arisu’s words.]
I want to.
[Though he sounds almost sullen as he says it. Frustrated. Shouldn’t it be obvious that’s what he wants? But of course, it wouldn’t be, would it? Not after how he’s behaved in the past. And he’s running out of time to prove he can be different.
And he wants a lot of things right now, wanting to stick together is just the easiest one to admit to. He wants Arisu's hands in his hair and he wants to taste Arisu’s skin. But he can’t say that, for the same reason he can’t expect Arisu to understand he genuinely wants to work with him. Being a two-faced, double dealing liar has consequences.
Drunk cuddling is all he can hope for and, honestly, more than he deserves.
He’s not sure if he wishes he drank more or less. Less, and he’d be able to properly dissociate from these feelings, as usual. More, and he’d at least be too wasted to think about them. As it is he’s just drunk enough to both feel them and brood over them.
He sighs and rest his head against Arisu's shoulder, studiously pretending not to feel or think about anything.]
no subject
He releases a soft huff at Arisu’s words.]
I want to.
[Though he sounds almost sullen as he says it. Frustrated. Shouldn’t it be obvious that’s what he wants? But of course, it wouldn’t be, would it? Not after how he’s behaved in the past. And he’s running out of time to prove he can be different.
And he wants a lot of things right now, wanting to stick together is just the easiest one to admit to. He wants Arisu's hands in his hair and he wants to taste Arisu’s skin. But he can’t say that, for the same reason he can’t expect Arisu to understand he genuinely wants to work with him. Being a two-faced, double dealing liar has consequences.
Drunk cuddling is all he can hope for and, honestly, more than he deserves.
He’s not sure if he wishes he drank more or less. Less, and he’d be able to properly dissociate from these feelings, as usual. More, and he’d at least be too wasted to think about them. As it is he’s just drunk enough to both feel them and brood over them.
He sighs and rest his head against Arisu's shoulder, studiously pretending not to feel or think about anything.]