[Those hands are like an anchor, drawing him back each time his thoughts swim too far and reminding him to stay here, in the present, with him. After everything that's happened today, he finds himself secured by these strong, scarred hands; despite all the abuse written on Ayer's skin, hidden by the bandages and not... he's still so capable of these soothing, gentle touches that Louis, despite himself, melts into.
Their foreheads sound a soft tap when they touch, and Louis closes his eyes once more, evening out his breath. His heart is still running laps inside of his chest, but he hopes that if he can control at least one part of his fluster, the rest will follow suit.
Ayer has no intention of letting that happen, it seems. There he goes being called an idiot again, and he couldn't even refute it if he wanted to... A certain friend back home had always called Louis the "brainiac" of the group, but also never hesitated to make a point of Louis' density all within the same breath. Louis had never thought much of it then, but he feels the full brunt of that word all too perfectly now (damn it, Yakumo).
He's not equipped to handle these admissions, even though he's getting answers like he wanted. He just—didn't expect it to be so powerful, so direct, when this is still just his first day here—
Ugh. Just how long is his face going to stay this hot? His head presses back against Ayer's as he tries not to feel exasperated with himself, voice faltering once more.]
O-Okay, I get it, sorry for... asking.
[Louis' eyes remain shut, as he listens to Ayer breathe.]
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Their foreheads sound a soft tap when they touch, and Louis closes his eyes once more, evening out his breath. His heart is still running laps inside of his chest, but he hopes that if he can control at least one part of his fluster, the rest will follow suit.
Ayer has no intention of letting that happen, it seems. There he goes being called an idiot again, and he couldn't even refute it if he wanted to... A certain friend back home had always called Louis the "brainiac" of the group, but also never hesitated to make a point of Louis' density all within the same breath. Louis had never thought much of it then, but he feels the full brunt of that word all too perfectly now (damn it, Yakumo).
He's not equipped to handle these admissions, even though he's getting answers like he wanted. He just—didn't expect it to be so powerful, so direct, when this is still just his first day here—
Ugh. Just how long is his face going to stay this hot? His head presses back against Ayer's as he tries not to feel exasperated with himself, voice faltering once more.]
O-Okay, I get it, sorry for... asking.
[Louis' eyes remain shut, as he listens to Ayer breathe.]
And... for making you wait.