He doesn't know how far along Jesus is in the sketch he's been doing, but. After he goes and tells him all that — after he confesses, in a way, a part of his life that he's had to live and that's no doubt been difficult for him, he sits himself up on the couch and leaves it for him.
Crouching down there in front of him, strands of hair falling in front of his face, he reaches out and, so very softly, takes one of the other man's hands into his own. Holding it. Looking up to him as he does.
"Do you want to cry?" As before, the way he asks, is soft.
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Date: 2022-12-08 11:43 pm (UTC)Crouching down there in front of him, strands of hair falling in front of his face, he reaches out and, so very softly, takes one of the other man's hands into his own. Holding it. Looking up to him as he does.
"Do you want to cry?" As before, the way he asks, is soft.