Yuyo
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Belle was a mess, it was the nicest way to put it, relationships of any kind were not exactly something he understood fully or something he knew how to handle. Hell, he was still debating what exactly it was he felt when he was around her, but at the moment, it didn't feel like it mattered.
His hand hovered slightly closer, the hair on the back of his neck tensing with uncertainty. "It will be okay- It will be..." He was sure he'd only thought it, but he was muttering the words before he could stop them from pouring out of his mouth. His lips pressed thinly, telling himself to stay quiet, now actually in his mind.
His skin burnt for a moment, and he worried, thinking it may split open again, but, against all odds, it didn't, the itch faded, the pain inexistent. It felt like a static shock, or maybe it was simply the fact his body had relaxed, but as he crossed a distance that seemed like miles in a time that felt like hours, as his fingertips barely grazed her hand, he sighed in relief, pretending it was all part of his plan and he knew he wouldn't suddenly turn into a lightbulb and crumble on the ground.
"See?... Little by little..." Belle's statement was almost a joke with how much he was actually shivering.
The scars were there, but nowhere near as gnarly as they should be in reality. Even the scar crossing his brow and cheek gave him a bit of character, they looked old, as if they'd simply been there, always, as if they were part of him. Because they were.
He took the time finally, genuinely, look at his own skin without fear, without a horrible, aching feeling of disgust. It felt warm, right. Even when those scars were paint or led lights, the feeling lingered somewhere in his organs. But now? He felt, free, happy, he could smile honestly without faking politeness.
He pondered as he kept his hand there, not daring to actually hold hers yet, not wanting to make it more awkward than it already was.
"Thanks... For letting me try. And not- You know, not making me explode or something..." He said, carefully, before taking a deep breath and brace himself. "I don't mind- Being friends with your friend I mean. Y-You are nice so, I'm sure they will be too..."
'Being friends', he smiled at the thought despite how foreign it felt. He liked that, they could make it work, for once, he was certain about something, maybe that was all he needed after all, he had a home with Sam, and now, he could have a family again. That is what Lucian would want.
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