[ Only habit keeps him from dropping his rifle, holding it awkwardly at his side as he presses into the kiss, encouraged by Drift's reaction. It's almost pathetic how much he wants this, hand slipping around to the small of Drift's back, tugging him in close.
The logical part of him views this as a success, something he wants. The other part of him, the part tied directly to his self-esteem, worries. Always worries.
Right now, though, he stubbornly ignores that creeping little voice telling him he isn't good enough, that Drift is only acting out of pity. Right now there's just Drift, and he's going to enjoy this victory no matter how small or silly it might seem. ]
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[ Only habit keeps him from dropping his rifle, holding it awkwardly at his side as he presses into the kiss, encouraged by Drift's reaction. It's almost pathetic how much he wants this, hand slipping around to the small of Drift's back, tugging him in close.
The logical part of him views this as a success, something he wants. The other part of him, the part tied directly to his self-esteem, worries. Always worries.
Right now, though, he stubbornly ignores that creeping little voice telling him he isn't good enough, that Drift is only acting out of pity. Right now there's just Drift, and he's going to enjoy this victory no matter how small or silly it might seem. ]