Again, Cole waited, hugging his knees and watching Rhys, but there was only a vague interest in what Rhys did, paying attention for when the conversation continued.
He didn't stop Rhys taking his hand; possibly because he didn't realise what was happening until Rhys actually had his hand. His nails were dirty, his fingers cool to touch. With anyone else, maybe he would have flinched or drawn away, but it was Rhys and instead he gripped his fingers back because everything in him remembered being so alone and only having this one person.
"No, you don't have to apologise, he told you the truth and you believed it, that's not wrong, I promise." He clung on a bit more, shuffling closer.
And then there was that, so much love and care and Rhys and Cole had desperately, desperately missed him.
So he just shoved himself into the hot spring with Rhys, still dressed, and into his arms to bury his face in against his neck, just like he used to after Adamant.
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He didn't stop Rhys taking his hand; possibly because he didn't realise what was happening until Rhys actually had his hand. His nails were dirty, his fingers cool to touch. With anyone else, maybe he would have flinched or drawn away, but it was Rhys and instead he gripped his fingers back because everything in him remembered being so alone and only having this one person.
"No, you don't have to apologise, he told you the truth and you believed it, that's not wrong, I promise." He clung on a bit more, shuffling closer.
And then there was that, so much love and care and Rhys and Cole had desperately, desperately missed him.
So he just shoved himself into the hot spring with Rhys, still dressed, and into his arms to bury his face in against his neck, just like he used to after Adamant.