[ kaeya's hand is cool and he leans into it willingly, turning his lips into it to press into the chilled, callused skin of his palm. kaeya makes him sick inside in all the best ways that being in love makes you. every day is a constant test of his ability not to vomit all over his shoes in love. disgusting. but he wouldn't want it any other way, not with kaeya.

when he says that he has him, he just gives a quiet nod, half-hearted. it's true, it's more than true.

but when he says it again he has to place a hand on his knuckles. ]

Yes, of course you do.

[ his grip tightens. ]

I'm sorry. [ i'm scared. ]

But I think you're making a mistake... pushing him away still. Especially here.