He's not convinced this is the right move until he is. It comes on fast, the moment they reciprocate and there are small arms trying to fit around him and Void hanging on further; this was the right thing to do, there's no uncertainty about it, it just is.
Lemm holds on tight, faintly squeezing them closer to his chest, his other hand still resting between their horns. (Distantly he registers: smooth, intact, not that he has any idea what it looked like broken and he never intends to, but the point is they're all right. And another lingering frayed nerve smooths back into place.) He stares over their head at the back wall, processing.
When their limbs drop Lemm retreats slowly. The hand on their head lingers the longest.
"Steady," he says again, with a mindful look.
He eases back upright, and pushes the heavy curtain aside so that he can keep an eye on them while he busies about the stove.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
syntheid
no subject
Date: 2023-06-14 08:18 pm (UTC)Lemm holds on tight, faintly squeezing them closer to his chest, his other hand still resting between their horns. (Distantly he registers: smooth, intact, not that he has any idea what it looked like broken and he never intends to, but the point is they're all right. And another lingering frayed nerve smooths back into place.) He stares over their head at the back wall, processing.
When their limbs drop Lemm retreats slowly. The hand on their head lingers the longest.
"Steady," he says again, with a mindful look.
He eases back upright, and pushes the heavy curtain aside so that he can keep an eye on them while he busies about the stove.