[Maybe Koby should back away, should raise the alarm, should stick rigidly to the code that's hammered into him every single day. But he doesn't, and he doesn't want to, and maybe that's more important, maybe he's allowed to chase after dreams that have nothing to do with a uniform and everything to do with being tugged forward into the warm circle of fondness Fearless emits.
Another laugh, still gently exasperated, an eyeroll that does nothing to hide the goofy little grin.] That's terrible. Absolutely terrible.
Do you need stitches? A bandaid? A rousing pep talk? [Now Koby’s teasing, barely contained giggles, a scrunch of his nose, waiting for Fearless to ask -- or just take, it'd be fine if he just reached out and took, in here, in this room. Just for tonight.]
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Another laugh, still gently exasperated, an eyeroll that does nothing to hide the goofy little grin.] That's terrible. Absolutely terrible.
Do you need stitches? A bandaid? A rousing pep talk? [Now Koby’s teasing, barely contained giggles, a scrunch of his nose, waiting for Fearless to ask -- or just take, it'd be fine if he just reached out and took, in here, in this room. Just for tonight.]