He doesn't pull out of him, but doesn't move again either. He just tangles the fingers of one hand in the man's hair, and drops his forehead to rest on his shoulder.
'I don't want you to go. I know you will, and I know you have to and it's OK and all of that. I know you'll come back. But I just want you to hear it, so that you know that I'm not sending off lightly and not caring - I don't want you to go.'
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Date: 2006-06-20 02:45 am (UTC)'I don't want you to go. I know you will, and I know you have to and it's OK and all of that. I know you'll come back. But I just want you to hear it, so that you know that I'm not sending off lightly and not caring - I don't want you to go.'
He had to say it. Just so he knew.