The answer is he can't: not until he puts a name to what he's feeling, what he's been sidestepping, what drove him to kiss Lyney the way he did. It's not often Wriothesley is so out of his depth. But he knows, at least, what drives his touch at Lyney's face now. He knows why it aches hearing Lyney take that tone. It's a matter of admitting it to himself.
Slowly, he lets go of Lyney's chin, moves out of his grip. He picks up his chair and walks with it, setting it down at Lyney's side of the desk. When he seats himself, he does it close to Lyney, takes his smaller hands in his own--loosely, so that Lyney can pull away if he'd like. So as not to hurt him further. ]
...For goodness' sake. I should be the one asking why. You've got me on the ropes, you know? Things like this don't happen to me.
[ He doesn't just want Lyney to be happy. He wants to be the one to make Lyney happy. And in that there are more problems than he can begin to unravel, each springing up like so many deadstops within a maze. ]
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The answer is he can't: not until he puts a name to what he's feeling, what he's been sidestepping, what drove him to kiss Lyney the way he did. It's not often Wriothesley is so out of his depth. But he knows, at least, what drives his touch at Lyney's face now. He knows why it aches hearing Lyney take that tone. It's a matter of admitting it to himself.
Slowly, he lets go of Lyney's chin, moves out of his grip. He picks up his chair and walks with it, setting it down at Lyney's side of the desk. When he seats himself, he does it close to Lyney, takes his smaller hands in his own--loosely, so that Lyney can pull away if he'd like. So as not to hurt him further. ]
...For goodness' sake. I should be the one asking why. You've got me on the ropes, you know? Things like this don't happen to me.
[ He doesn't just want Lyney to be happy. He wants to be the one to make Lyney happy. And in that there are more problems than he can begin to unravel, each springing up like so many deadstops within a maze. ]