[He barely moves as Kravitz speaks. This man-- this stupid, absolutely idiotic man, this boomerang of a person that the more he throws the harder he comes back. And this man that's wormed his way into his instincts, the way Kravitz talks and Taako wants his first reactions to be to lean into his touch, to give some calming motion in return, to smooth down his hair or wrap him in his arms or just be bigger, more demanding than his problems. But that implies he's not a problem, somehow, because he is, he's always the problem, but Kravitz... just doesn't seem to care.
No, it's more than that, and he knows this. It's not that Kravitz doesn't care because he doesn't know. Kravitz cares despite knowing. He's seen the messy parts of him and for some reason pushes forward, every time.
He doesn't know what to do. Usually, Taako can think of something, even if it's useless empty words. He's good at that. Maybe that's what's making this so hard, when Kravitz is overwhelmingly sincere and his usual silver tongue is reduced to cotton.
But he wants this. He wants these promises, desperately so. He wants them to be real, and Kravitz is, in front of him, whole, and waiting.
At least Taako is good at taking things, when given.]
... can probably work with that. For, uh. Y'know.
For you.
[He lets himself lean into Kravitz' touch on his face, tilting his head towards Kravitz' palm to press his lips there. He's always been a fool, to let anyone into his heart.
But, well, maybe he wants to just be the idiot for once.]
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No, it's more than that, and he knows this. It's not that Kravitz doesn't care because he doesn't know. Kravitz cares despite knowing. He's seen the messy parts of him and for some reason pushes forward, every time.
He doesn't know what to do. Usually, Taako can think of something, even if it's useless empty words. He's good at that. Maybe that's what's making this so hard, when Kravitz is overwhelmingly sincere and his usual silver tongue is reduced to cotton.
But he wants this. He wants these promises, desperately so. He wants them to be real, and Kravitz is, in front of him, whole, and waiting.
At least Taako is good at taking things, when given.]
... can probably work with that. For, uh. Y'know.
For you.
[He lets himself lean into Kravitz' touch on his face, tilting his head towards Kravitz' palm to press his lips there. He's always been a fool, to let anyone into his heart.
But, well, maybe he wants to just be the idiot for once.]