[Richard never had any reason to question the Silco's ability to see from his mutilated, black and red eye, believing it to work just the same as his other one especially that he now is aware of the man's medication. But he took the closing of the blue eye as a good sign. Perhaps Silco was finally ready to sleep.
Shifting on the mattress, Richard scooted closer to his lover so that he could tuck the man's head under his chin. The slender fingers slid from Silco's cheek to support the back of his head, spreading flat so that his finger tips could reach the edge of the shoulder blades.
Had he ever done this with other person? To be the one to offer comfort like this? Outside of that one silent night when his young son had came crying to him for comfort -- no. It is sufficient to say that he's not entirely sure what to do here, as he knew no songs or words that would soothe a hurt soul and bring calm to troubled mind. It's not like he had ever been received any. So, he continues to stay silent, his own breathing steady and tranquil. Who knows, maybe that would be enough to bring some solace to his lover.]
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Shifting on the mattress, Richard scooted closer to his lover so that he could tuck the man's head under his chin. The slender fingers slid from Silco's cheek to support the back of his head, spreading flat so that his finger tips could reach the edge of the shoulder blades.
Had he ever done this with other person? To be the one to offer comfort like this? Outside of that one silent night when his young son had came crying to him for comfort -- no. It is sufficient to say that he's not entirely sure what to do here, as he knew no songs or words that would soothe a hurt soul and bring calm to troubled mind. It's not like he had ever been received any. So, he continues to stay silent, his own breathing steady and tranquil. Who knows, maybe that would be enough to bring some solace to his lover.]