When he shifts to meet his brother’s eyes, Techie offers him a hesitant curl of the lips. “I want you f-forever,” he whispers. The words are heavy, solemn, with emotion. “That’s wh-why I have to ask. If you want th-this to be… real. There’ll be risks and, um. It’ll be h-hard, but if y-you’re willing…”
Techie swallows hard and buries his face in the warm crook of his brother’s shoulder. Here, the comforting smell of him is the strongest, and Techie almost instantly feels at ease once more. When they were children, he’d crawl into bed with Armie and cling to him like a second skin.
Here they were once more; falling into old habits with an adult twist.
“But I want ev-verything you’ll give me, Armie.”
TechieHux 