Mikaru? Cresil furrowed his eyebrows again, not understanding much. He slightly wished he had a better memory, either that or Aoki didn’t tell him about the man before. Pressing a hand to the back of his boyfriend’s head, Cresil craned his neck over the other demons, closing his eyes and saying soft ‘shhs’ and kissing his damp hair, his eyes opening in order to glare at the wall for a moment.
“You didn’t do anything wrong Aoki, don’t blame yourself if that’s what your saying. And don’t speak, we can talk later, right now….just let it out babe, I’m here.” Cresil softly whispered again, keeping his head over Aoki’s and humming softly, trying his best to somewhat make him less hysterical. It was almost painful to see someone he was growing so close to in so much emotional pain, as if some of Aoki’s emotions were beginning to mingle with his own.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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