[It takes him a while to realize that Polnareff's fingers are twined in his. As a result, it takes him a while to respond. When he does realize, he squeezes back ever so lightly, even as his eyes stare into nothing at the wall past Polnareff's shoulder.]
[The suggestion . . . it almost makes him laugh.]
I don't want to.
[Maybe he needs to. But he doesn't want to, and he feels like he can't. Instead, he wraps his other arm around Polnareff's middle, because that's as close as he can get.]
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[The suggestion . . . it almost makes him laugh.]
I don't want to.
[Maybe he needs to. But he doesn't want to, and he feels like he can't. Instead, he wraps his other arm around Polnareff's middle, because that's as close as he can get.]