["In the end, I never left you, Crow. You're the one who left me behind."
It's no secret to what Rean meant by that, Crow's hand going up to his chest almost automatically. There was time to mourn that, deal with that, later.
That hand brushes against his cheek, surprisingly warm for how cold it is in this godforsaken building. The voices in his head are gone--with no ammo to chip away at Crow's heart, they're just ghosts of previous insecurities. All he can hear is Rean's voice, crystal clear and filled with the confident he'd so often wish he could hear all the time.
He instinctually melts into that palm, red eyes drunk off that touch as he continues to listen.
"You're coming back home with me. Where you belong."
That's enough to catch his attention, tilting his head up away from that touch--]
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It's no secret to what Rean meant by that, Crow's hand going up to his chest almost automatically. There was time to mourn that, deal with that, later.
That hand brushes against his cheek, surprisingly warm for how cold it is in this godforsaken building. The voices in his head are gone--with no ammo to chip away at Crow's heart, they're just ghosts of previous insecurities. All he can hear is Rean's voice, crystal clear and filled with the confident he'd so often wish he could hear all the time.
He instinctually melts into that palm, red eyes drunk off that touch as he continues to listen.
"You're coming back home with me. Where you belong."
That's enough to catch his attention, tilting his head up away from that touch--]