[ roman holds him for a while, doesn't mind it as he glances over at the crystal rose, where it sits poised on the table, light filtering in. roman nuzzles softly into his neck, hands splayed over his back to hug him tightly. there is nothing salacious about it even if roman is half naked and a little damp still. he's rising up on the tips of his toes to hold him. ]

I know... there's still a lot I don't know about where you're from... or the people you know and love, but like... I'm here to listen to you. Okay?

[ he lifts a hand to cup his cheek very softly. roman is seldom gentle, but with kaeya, he treats him with care, like he'd melt at the caress of his fingertips. his thumb skates his cheek gently. he doesn't like the idea that kaeya is hurting, but hurt is... well, something he's clearly carried with him for a long time. his brother... his home... ]

Tell me. What don't you understand?

[ he slides a hand into his finally. ]