You are mine. Mine.

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He looked tired. He looked pained.

He seemed to be lost in thought, almost as if a piece of his life was fading away before his eyes.

His curls seemed more out of order than usual. His eyes searched the room.

He needs comfort.
Can I give him that? Am I allowed to? Would he want me to?

It doesn't matter if he wants me to or not, I want to.

His eyes welcomed me and shut me out at the same time.

My arms were long around his body, his smaller frame tucked into me slowly.

He seemed at ease immediately . His muscles relaxed as his breathing evened out.

His pupils dilated then closed off slowly. He cut off the connection in which I could see the raw emotion displayed in his eyes.

He looked tired. He was tired.

Tired of what? I don't know...

Another question for another time.

I would wait...
After all, he was mine. I could wait as long as he needed me to.