[ The sensation of having someone holding him this way - cradling and comforting him with tiny gestures of affection - it's something he can hardly recall his last memory of. That cold, icy out shell of his melts near instantly, and he lets himself rest limply against Grell's chest.
It feels nice. Like something he's needed for a long time. ]
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It feels nice. Like something he's needed for a long time. ]
I should be apologising, not you.