I love this. I love all of it, but I especially love the end because it's wordless. Absolutely no dialogue, and I can't help but think ... I don't know.
"He was momentarily afraid he’d hurt him, hit a tender spot, but Wilson just caught his hand, squeezed it hard for a moment, and then dragged it down to settle against his stomach where his t-shirt had rucked up to reveal bare skin."
I do not know why this is upsetting me so much, this one line, but it is (and in a totally good way, I hasten to specify). I just...isn't that the ultimate gesture, not of trust as it might imply, but of craving for human contact? When you purposefully hold someone's skin against yours...okay I'm stopping here before I start sobbing. Excuse me. XD
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regna
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Date: 2007-09-12 11:09 am (UTC)"He was momentarily afraid he’d hurt him, hit a tender spot, but Wilson just caught his hand, squeezed it hard for a moment, and then dragged it down to settle against his stomach where his t-shirt had rucked up to reveal bare skin."
I do not know why this is upsetting me so much, this one line, but it is (and in a totally good way, I hasten to specify). I just...isn't that the ultimate gesture, not of trust as it might imply, but of craving for human contact? When you purposefully hold someone's skin against yours...okay I'm stopping here before I start sobbing. Excuse me. XD