[ The gasps comes, fulfilling all expectations, at the pitch and force Asra had intended. There's something soothing about that, that simple, instinctive constancy. Julian's reliable in absolutely no other way.
And then after is the silence, as Julian collects himself, and then thinks, and Asra feels he can almost see the gears turning based on the tightening of his expression. The question is...
... perfect, somehow. So very Julian. Comfortingly so, such that he slipped his hands around, tucked them up underneath Julian's, palm-to-palm, like small songbirds nestling and hiding under the wing of another. The sigh that trickles through his lips is relieved. ]
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And then after is the silence, as Julian collects himself, and then thinks, and Asra feels he can almost see the gears turning based on the tightening of his expression. The question is...
... perfect, somehow. So very Julian. Comfortingly so, such that he slipped his hands around, tucked them up underneath Julian's, palm-to-palm, like small songbirds nestling and hiding under the wing of another. The sigh that trickles through his lips is relieved. ]
No, I'm not. But this is.. grounding.
Comfortingly familiar.
... Thank you.