[Allen, for a moment, hesitates. The idea of opening up on such an intimate level to anyone is an intimidating idea for him. A lot of bad things could happen, being exposed like that.]
[But...this was Clay, he reminds himself. He loves Clay, he trusts him. Clay was someone he felt comfortable about being himself around, which wasn't a small thing. He knew Clay always accepted him, always cared for him- the good and the not so good parts of him. There was no reason to be afraid.]
I...guess we will be here at least a few weeks. [slowly, he will his hand to move and take that hand being offered to do so. Which he does, tentatively. ] It'd be better to just try to get used to it.
[ Through the touch, Clay can feel Allen's nervousness. But that love he felt earlier? It's still there. Along with the feeling of trust. ]
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[But...this was Clay, he reminds himself. He loves Clay, he trusts him. Clay was someone he felt comfortable about being himself around, which wasn't a small thing. He knew Clay always accepted him, always cared for him- the good and the not so good parts of him. There was no reason to be afraid.]
I...guess we will be here at least a few weeks. [slowly, he will his hand to move and take that hand being offered to do so. Which he does, tentatively. ] It'd be better to just try to get used to it.
[ Through the touch, Clay can feel Allen's nervousness. But that love he felt earlier? It's still there. Along with the feeling of trust. ]