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CARE.
After the pair broke away from the kiss, you couldn't wipe the smile off of Paris' face. It was as if Wesley had unlocked a new hidden character style in Paris, as he was clearly shy and his face flushed.
The two worked silently, unpacking the rest of Wesley's belongings. Once they were done, Paris had plopped down on the other's bed, letting out a sigh of relief. He reached his hand out, grapping Wes' wrist and lightly tugging the male down beside him.
Wes let out an 'oof' sound as he fell back into the mattress, Paris' hand slipped down and interlocked with the smaller's. "You won't keep pushing me away now, right?" He asked, his voice held a tone, that the other couldn't figure out.
"I have a hard time being close to others." Wesley admitted, "I lost a lot of good things in my life."
Paris hummed, "It's not like I can technically go anywhere." He teased.
"You know what I mean, I just don't want to get my hopes up everytime something good happens." Wesley mumbled out.
The African-American turned to look at Wes, a smile finding it way to his face, his perfect pearly whites on full display. "So you think I'm something good?" He asked and you couldn't hide the smugness in his voice.
"Don't make me take that back." Wesley warned, turning his head away from the other and looking at the ceiling.
He felt a hand rest on his cheek, before slowing pulling Wesley's face back to look at Paris, "Seriously though, I'm very happy you see me that way. I just don't want you to go back into your shell, I love being physical with the ones I like."
"P-Physical?" Wesley stuttered out, his voice squeaking a bit and his face flushed.
Paris let out a chuckle, "Intimacy doesn't have to be sexual. I just want you to feel comfortable enough for me to be able to show you affection." He explained.
The room fell silent, as Wesley's eyes darted away, almost instantly the smile on Paris' face disappeared. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I'm not really good at knowing what's appropriate, I grew up with no boundaries." Paris rambled out.
"It's not that, I-I just don't know if I can give you what you want. I've always had a hard time being close to people." Wesley admitted, letting go of Paris' hand and turning his body to fully face the other.
Paris followed the action, now fully turned to Wesley, "Can I ask why?" He asked, his eyes meeting Wesley's. There was a long pause of silence, as Wes looked around, as if the room held the words he wanted to speak.
"My parents were always so loving to me and affection, but when it came to myself, I never felt comfortable doing it back. When I got into my first relationship, they ended up dumping me after realizing I wasn't a good boyfriend. I couldn't express my admiration and I just wasn't able to provide them with what they wanted." Wesley explained, "I just never been comfortable enough with someone to be physical."
