Krem's arms humped up in gooseflesh when Cole's hand ran down his side. He was absolutely unused to being touched, gently or otherwise, and he had to keep himself from moving away from it. It was a good touch from a caring and careful hand, and logically he knew that.
"Everyone processes and feels things differently, so it makes sense things'd sound or feel different for you," he said thoughtfully. Some people needed to hit things or be hit to help process pains, while others needed to talk, while some needed to be alone. He personally never really dealt with things so much as he lifted himself over them or crushed them down when they were too big to handle by himself. He'd gotten good at that over the years.
And then Cole had happened, with his lack of filter between the things he felt and what came out of his mouth. He didn't like his thoughts and feelings laid bare, that made them so much harder to ignore. But this was still good. He liked Cole, liked having him within arm's reach. As frustrating as he could sometimes be, Krem wouldn't shoo him away or tell him to stop talking.
"Tasting the sound of colors sounds like something that happens after you drink the cactus juice from the Hissing Wastes..."
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Date: 2015-10-11 01:25 pm (UTC)From:"Everyone processes and feels things differently, so it makes sense things'd sound or feel different for you," he said thoughtfully. Some people needed to hit things or be hit to help process pains, while others needed to talk, while some needed to be alone. He personally never really dealt with things so much as he lifted himself over them or crushed them down when they were too big to handle by himself. He'd gotten good at that over the years.
And then Cole had happened, with his lack of filter between the things he felt and what came out of his mouth. He didn't like his thoughts and feelings laid bare, that made them so much harder to ignore. But this was still good. He liked Cole, liked having him within arm's reach. As frustrating as he could sometimes be, Krem wouldn't shoo him away or tell him to stop talking.
"Tasting the sound of colors sounds like something that happens after you drink the cactus juice from the Hissing Wastes..."