[ It's awe-inspiring on a terrifying level. He gets a dizzying sense of how much there is, the force and the magnitude of it and how very tightly dammed up it must have been for him to have never felt a bit of it. It - probably is a very real danger over their link, all of it; lesser men could be swept away by the force of it all.
Instead, in Miles, it kindles something akin to a roaring fire. Oh, he is absolutely terrified, but exhilarated too, and - Gregor feels all that about me, he realizes abruptly, his thoughts racing about in frenzied circles. He'd thought so many times he'd ruined their relationship, taking his little selfish bits of comfort in enjoying something he was quite certain he thought Gregor would not want to touch. Wrong, clearly wrong, and Miles has never been gladder. His heart surges back up again even as his mouth has gone too dry to get out any physical words.
If Gregor dreads coming down, then Miles won't let him fall. He rises up to meet him instead, physically reaching to fist a hand in the front of Gregor's shirt even as his usual steadfast brightness ratchets right back up to maximum. No questions now, no. Even Miles is not that oblivious.
(Does he even like men? He lets his gaze drag briefly over Gregor, and decides in a heartbeat that it doesn't matter, because he likes Gregor. Especially at his most terrifying and intense, as he is now.) ]
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Instead, in Miles, it kindles something akin to a roaring fire. Oh, he is absolutely terrified, but exhilarated too, and - Gregor feels all that about me, he realizes abruptly, his thoughts racing about in frenzied circles. He'd thought so many times he'd ruined their relationship, taking his little selfish bits of comfort in enjoying something he was quite certain he thought Gregor would not want to touch. Wrong, clearly wrong, and Miles has never been gladder. His heart surges back up again even as his mouth has gone too dry to get out any physical words.
If Gregor dreads coming down, then Miles won't let him fall. He rises up to meet him instead, physically reaching to fist a hand in the front of Gregor's shirt even as his usual steadfast brightness ratchets right back up to maximum. No questions now, no. Even Miles is not that oblivious.
(Does he even like men? He lets his gaze drag briefly over Gregor, and decides in a heartbeat that it doesn't matter, because he likes Gregor. Especially at his most terrifying and intense, as he is now.) ]