He does not flinch. Caleb's touch is intimately familiar and Yussa has felt him in ways few others likely have. He has not forgotten the feel of this man's fingers brushing through his very essence before banishing him back to the material plane.
Yussa keeps breathing, aware that Caleb has joined him even before warm hands rest on his knees. He focuses on the motion of his thumbs, the gentle pressure, the familiar presence, the sound of Caleb's voice. He breathes.
"Stay," he says quietly. He might like Caleb closer in a moment, but for now this is what he needs. Eventually, one hand moves to rest over Caleb's, not stopping him, but inviting another point of contact.
"To feel so much anxiety over a place of dreams and potential is--" Even with more than two centuries of life to draw on, Yussa isn't sure what to call it. He lifts his head, meeting Caleb's gaze. "I have faced many things, but that was... unique."
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Yussa keeps breathing, aware that Caleb has joined him even before warm hands rest on his knees. He focuses on the motion of his thumbs, the gentle pressure, the familiar presence, the sound of Caleb's voice. He breathes.
"Stay," he says quietly. He might like Caleb closer in a moment, but for now this is what he needs. Eventually, one hand moves to rest over Caleb's, not stopping him, but inviting another point of contact.
"To feel so much anxiety over a place of dreams and potential is--" Even with more than two centuries of life to draw on, Yussa isn't sure what to call it. He lifts his head, meeting Caleb's gaze. "I have faced many things, but that was... unique."