[ compared to the rest of them, iris' attempts are pathetically inadequate. his face is too open, his eyes too wide and avoidant, his shoulders too drawn in like he were doing his best to appear as small as possible. everything about him screams he doesn't want to talk or even think about it, and yet when finn draws closer he leans in like a flower desperate for the sun.
he counts the goosebumps along the flesh of finn's arm, letting it slow down the frantic racing of his heart. ]
It's a pretty gnarly story.
[ a quiet truth. as close to a confession of the pain involved in it as he can get, for right now. ]
I'll tell you all about it one day, when you're old enough.
[ there is a teasing lilt to his tone, but an honest one too. a promise, even. one day, but not now. ]
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he counts the goosebumps along the flesh of finn's arm, letting it slow down the frantic racing of his heart. ]
It's a pretty gnarly story.
[ a quiet truth. as close to a confession of the pain involved in it as he can get, for right now. ]
I'll tell you all about it one day, when you're old enough.
[ there is a teasing lilt to his tone, but an honest one too. a promise, even. one day, but not now. ]