[Despite having intricate knowledge of guns and their workings, Wolfwood studies everything Livio explains down to the letter. He memorizes it, not just what he's told, but the way they feel in his hands. Their texture, weight, everything.
He's reaching to accept it when Livio suddenly rushes forward, sweeping Wolfwood up into his arms. It's not what he's expecting at all, but it's still automatic the way he lifts his free hand to rest against the middle of his boyfriend's shoulders, his head resting against the side of his neck.
Oh. Oh Livio...]
Hey. Hey...
[He presses his fingertips gently into his back, holding him close to his chest.]
S'okay. I know...I got real fuckin' hurt. It was bad. But it ain't your fault.
[He knows well how Livio would have taken the knowledge that Wolfwood got so injured when he wasn't there. God, does he know.]
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Date: 2025-02-08 05:03 am (UTC)He's reaching to accept it when Livio suddenly rushes forward, sweeping Wolfwood up into his arms. It's not what he's expecting at all, but it's still automatic the way he lifts his free hand to rest against the middle of his boyfriend's shoulders, his head resting against the side of his neck.
Oh. Oh Livio...]
Hey. Hey...
[He presses his fingertips gently into his back, holding him close to his chest.]
S'okay. I know...I got real fuckin' hurt. It was bad. But it ain't your fault.
[He knows well how Livio would have taken the knowledge that Wolfwood got so injured when he wasn't there. God, does he know.]
I love you, okay?