[And eventually the storm in Bruno's mind does blow over, leaving him panting for breath. It hitches occasionally, a soft little hiccough like the last ripples of water in a pond after the waves from throwing something into it die down. He leans into the other's touch, eyes falling shut for a moment. His skin is hectic from all that weeping, flushed and a little damp, even making some of his hair cling to his forehead.
The words of endearment press something so warm and tender into his soul that he nearly starts sobbing again. As it is, he gives a shy, slightly wobbly smile.]
I don't hear things like that much, [he whispers.] But I think I'm gonna want to hear it more....
[He smooths the folds of Norman's shirt that he'd gripped and relaxes into his arms, small and soft and warm.]
Guess that breakdown really needed to happen, huh? [He's getting better--he's not apologising outright for his own emotions, now!
Bruno looks up, seeking out the other's face, hoping Norman's doing alright. It's a little worry that appears in Bruno's mind sometimes.]
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It hitches occasionally, a soft little hiccough like the last ripples of water in a pond after the waves from throwing something into it die down. He leans into the other's touch, eyes falling shut for a moment. His skin is hectic from all that weeping, flushed and a little damp, even making some of his hair cling to his forehead.
The words of endearment press something so warm and tender into his soul that he nearly starts sobbing again. As it is, he gives a shy, slightly wobbly smile.]
I don't hear things like that much, [he whispers.] But I think I'm gonna want to hear it more....
[He smooths the folds of Norman's shirt that he'd gripped and relaxes into his arms, small and soft and warm.]
Guess that breakdown really needed to happen, huh? [He's getting better--he's not apologising outright for his own emotions, now!
Bruno looks up, seeking out the other's face, hoping Norman's doing alright. It's a little worry that appears in Bruno's mind sometimes.]