It doesn’t hurt with him. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard a compliment so beautiful or so profound - when they’re together it doesn’t hurt to live.
He inhales sharply and answers Ram’s searching glance by tugging him forward, right into his arms. He tugs him tightly right there on the floor, afraid for him, afraid for them both, and sad that things couldn’t be less complicated.
Rama has to go back if given the opportunity. It’s the right thing to do, even if it means facing all those things that can slowly kill a man’s soul. He doesn’t want that life for this man, this person that lightens his own burdens and makes him feel human, not like a shadow or a ghost. His loss would haunt him just as keenly as any other loss, if not more so. He’d be losing a part of himself this time.
He can’t argue it. He can’t, and it pains him to not be able to fix this.
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It doesn’t hurt with him. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard a compliment so beautiful or so profound - when they’re together it doesn’t hurt to live.
He inhales sharply and answers Ram’s searching glance by tugging him forward, right into his arms. He tugs him tightly right there on the floor, afraid for him, afraid for them both, and sad that things couldn’t be less complicated.
Rama has to go back if given the opportunity. It’s the right thing to do, even if it means facing all those things that can slowly kill a man’s soul. He doesn’t want that life for this man, this person that lightens his own burdens and makes him feel human, not like a shadow or a ghost. His loss would haunt him just as keenly as any other loss, if not more so. He’d be losing a part of himself this time.
He can’t argue it. He can’t, and it pains him to not be able to fix this.