[Ryou sighs because he knows it's true. But that doesn't mean he has to be contented with that scenario. So, he takes Atem's free hand in both of his own, then brings it to his cheek, nuzzling gently into the palm before planting a kiss there.
His eyes flick towards Atem, and he speaks against his hand, which mildly muffles his words.]
...Come with me, please?
[Every night he asks this, even though it's selfish, and even though Atem lets him get away with it. But tonight, especially, he wants to be near Atem and hold him close. This time, there's a subtext hidden within those words, a layer of concern, of guilt, that's buried so deep that even Ryou doesn't realize it.]
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His eyes flick towards Atem, and he speaks against his hand, which mildly muffles his words.]
...Come with me, please?
[Every night he asks this, even though it's selfish, and even though Atem lets him get away with it. But tonight, especially, he wants to be near Atem and hold him close. This time, there's a subtext hidden within those words, a layer of concern, of guilt, that's buried so deep that even Ryou doesn't realize it.]