[ if Rook is being honest with himself, he fully expects his hug to be met with a sharp jab of something to his bared torso. or maybe for Jiho to curse at him because he has gotten in his space just a bit too much. despite that Rook-- fuck Rook has to touch. he is still so tactile that way, seeks to find reassurance in simple touch.
and right now he needs reassurance.
needs to know Jiho is okay.
and maybe for Jiho to know that Rook does care, no matter what it has been like between them.
there is a laugh that is a little rough against Jiho's skin, a noise rumbling in his chest at the touch.] Yeah, sorry-- but-- fuck. Couldn't you just, I dunno, fake the plague or something?
[ is that still mumbled into the crook of your neck instead of spoken aloud? maybe it is. but since you aren't pushing him away, Rook is going to enjoy the touch that he is allowed. the warmth that he can feel coming from Jiho as he wraps around him, mindful of the bandage on his shoulder.
it makes whatever tension is still lingering in the demon vanish.]
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and right now he needs reassurance.
needs to know Jiho is okay.
and maybe for Jiho to know that Rook does care, no matter what it has been like between them.
there is a laugh that is a little rough against Jiho's skin, a noise rumbling in his chest at the touch.] Yeah, sorry-- but-- fuck. Couldn't you just, I dunno, fake the plague or something?
[ is that still mumbled into the crook of your neck instead of spoken aloud? maybe it is. but since you aren't pushing him away, Rook is going to enjoy the touch that he is allowed. the warmth that he can feel coming from Jiho as he wraps around him, mindful of the bandage on his shoulder.
it makes whatever tension is still lingering in the demon vanish.]