[Loki, now turned to face Paul, shakes his head slightly.]
Don't. It's okay.
[It wasn't; there was a hundred stories packed onto his flesh, some laid there by Loki himself. It wasn't a weight that Paul needed to take on. He wanted to reach out, to touch Paul back, to distract him away from all the questions and the shadow of wounds.
Instead he takes that half step forward again, keeping his mismatched eyes locked on Paul's.]
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Date: 2023-09-04 03:34 pm (UTC)Don't. It's okay.
[It wasn't; there was a hundred stories packed onto his flesh, some laid there by Loki himself. It wasn't a weight that Paul needed to take on. He wanted to reach out, to touch Paul back, to distract him away from all the questions and the shadow of wounds.
Instead he takes that half step forward again, keeping his mismatched eyes locked on Paul's.]
Nothing to handle here but me.