[ His smile blooms like a midnight flower, petals unfolding in the dark of the night. Tommy touches him and Mark turns into it without thinking. He feels more himself than he has done in weeks and so he yearns to keep soaking up the moment for as long as he can. ]
I would like to know you better.
[ It's easy for him to say. He does not remember how to navigate human interaction and so he's stubbornly, refreshingly blunt in his affections. Mark would like to keep this boy, the one who can run wild on his own two feet, who does not balk at strangers bearing knives nor ones with strange eyes and stranger hearts. It is something he is forging for himself, a bond that did not have it's roots in the boy he was before. ]
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I would like to know you better.
[ It's easy for him to say. He does not remember how to navigate human interaction and so he's stubbornly, refreshingly blunt in his affections. Mark would like to keep this boy, the one who can run wild on his own two feet, who does not balk at strangers bearing knives nor ones with strange eyes and stranger hearts. It is something he is forging for himself, a bond that did not have it's roots in the boy he was before. ]
I would like it if you would allow it.