It's old habit, a remnant of the way he picks at vulnerability, a well-honed offense as defense. Just teasing. But it hadn't been quite right today-- just the wrong soft spot to touch at the wrong time. Jin's hand slows and stops, fingers entwined with Asher's dark hair.]
I didn't mean it, but I still shouldn't have made fun of you anyway.
[He of all people should know better. Moreso that they've been here over and over again; that Jin's put himself here, prepared to mend the wounds or hand Asher the tools to mend them himself.]
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It's old habit, a remnant of the way he picks at vulnerability, a well-honed offense as defense. Just teasing. But it hadn't been quite right today-- just the wrong soft spot to touch at the wrong time. Jin's hand slows and stops, fingers entwined with Asher's dark hair.]
I didn't mean it, but I still shouldn't have made fun of you anyway.
[He of all people should know better. Moreso that they've been here over and over again; that Jin's put himself here, prepared to mend the wounds or hand Asher the tools to mend them himself.]
Sorry.