As if in response to the question, he raised one of his hands and placed it over Eli's. He wasn't intending to grip it, but to feel and let his fingers wander while absorbing the essence of the touch. The leather was cool under his fingertips and warm against his cheek and just that small dichotomy was amazing to his sensitive skin. He was still shivering but even that was just another texture to the sensation.
"I'll be okay," he promised. He didn't want Eli to go but Eli had to go, for him, and that was okay because it meant Eli would be back. He would just cling to this feeling and be patient. Nothing else to it, right? "Don't worry. I won't even move."
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"I'll be okay," he promised. He didn't want Eli to go but Eli had to go, for him, and that was okay because it meant Eli would be back. He would just cling to this feeling and be patient. Nothing else to it, right? "Don't worry. I won't even move."