Rhy would find little was truly different. He hadn’t really skipped ahead in time, so much as gone back and experienced what he missed in his own world in the last two years. Though… It was hard to deny, there were new lines born of stress on his husband’s face. For all the bad things that happened in these worlds, his world had not been kind to him by comparison.
Taking the hands cupped around his face, he lowered them with a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “If it helps, I didn’t really race ahead… More like backwards and experienced what I had missed while here with you in the last two years. Though… I confess it’s left my mind a bit...” A wince. It was cluttered and overwhelming right now, as he tried to sort through one life and another. Both so very different.
The other words, though, they make a particular emotion well up in him again- and dammit, he wasn’t going to cry again. He didn’t want to. He shouldn’t be so emotional… Still, Llewellyn doesn’t keep himself from reacting entirely. “If I could stay here, if I could find a way to avoid ever going back, I would…?” He murmured, desperate honesty bleeding into his tone. He’d never outwardly admitted this to Rhy before, even if he was sure his husband had an idea of how disinterested he’d been with going back to his world. But this was the first time he’d put it to words.
“As could I…” He responded with more weight behind it than he would have liked. His penchant for drinking when troubled had only gotten worse in the last two years, but he didn’t want to worry Rhy with that. Instead, he led him back towards the sofa, seeming to fall back into habits and instincts to want to care for his loved one rather easily.
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Taking the hands cupped around his face, he lowered them with a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “If it helps, I didn’t really race ahead… More like backwards and experienced what I had missed while here with you in the last two years. Though… I confess it’s left my mind a bit...” A wince. It was cluttered and overwhelming right now, as he tried to sort through one life and another. Both so very different.
The other words, though, they make a particular emotion well up in him again- and dammit, he wasn’t going to cry again. He didn’t want to. He shouldn’t be so emotional… Still, Llewellyn doesn’t keep himself from reacting entirely. “If I could stay here, if I could find a way to avoid ever going back, I would…?” He murmured, desperate honesty bleeding into his tone. He’d never outwardly admitted this to Rhy before, even if he was sure his husband had an idea of how disinterested he’d been with going back to his world. But this was the first time he’d put it to words.
“As could I…” He responded with more weight behind it than he would have liked. His penchant for drinking when troubled had only gotten worse in the last two years, but he didn’t want to worry Rhy with that. Instead, he led him back towards the sofa, seeming to fall back into habits and instincts to want to care for his loved one rather easily.