After the kiss, he tips his head back, trying to breathe as he wets his hair. He feels Devero start to wash his chest, and for some reason, the sweet attention makes more tears leak down his cheeks. He keeps himself quiet, despite knowing Dev can't hear him anyway. It's a reflex. He hides the tears, too, washes them away with the spray of the shower. Crying is foolish and pathetic, no matter how much it hurts, how the gentle touches make the gaping wound ache even more, even as parts of it are soothed and healed.
He shouldn't cry, but he knows Devero will not punish him for it.
He pulls his face out of the water and wipes it from his eyes, the tears with it. He runs his hands through his hair and blinks to look at Devero. Seb's gaze is soft, adoring and sad, and his hand clasps the side of Dev's neck gently, petting at the hair that partly covers it.
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Date: 2026-01-29 04:20 am (UTC)From:He shouldn't cry, but he knows Devero will not punish him for it.
He pulls his face out of the water and wipes it from his eyes, the tears with it. He runs his hands through his hair and blinks to look at Devero. Seb's gaze is soft, adoring and sad, and his hand clasps the side of Dev's neck gently, petting at the hair that partly covers it.