[ Poe sags, relief washing through him in a tidal wave. He's not sure what he would have done if John hadn't said some kind of yes. He has no idea. Fallen apart again, broken completely.
But here, instead, is something good. Something precious and breakable to hold on to in this awful place.
He rests his forehead against John's, closing his eyes, trying to swallow the knot constricting throat and voice. ]
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Date: 2019-06-17 07:14 pm (UTC)But here, instead, is something good. Something precious and breakable to hold on to in this awful place.
He rests his forehead against John's, closing his eyes, trying to swallow the knot constricting throat and voice. ]
Thank you. I love you. Thank you.