[Husk doesn't want to be the smart one this time. He wants to do something stupid and reckless that will inevitably get them into a lot of fucking trouble. He wants to be happy, for once in his miserable existence and more importantly, he wants Angel to be happy.
Because they do know each other, quite possibly more than anyone has ever known either of them before. The push and pull was good for a time. Smart. Kept the distance. But has the months rolled on from that fateful night the distance became harder and harder to maintain. It wasn't so easy to push or pull when you desperately wanted to go in the same direction as the other.
Because Husk did see Angel. He saw every part of him, good and bad, and he wanted so much more of that in his life. The thought of not having that, him, in his miserable existence felt... wrong, now. He wanted everything that Angel was willing to give him- wanted to be there for the moments of mirth when one of the residents did something stupid they could openly laugh at together, and for the moments when Angel came home, bruised and exhausted and needing someone to lean on, to make the weight of what he has to go through less. Husk wants all of it.
So Husk is happy to return that kiss, reckless and stupid as it might be. He presses carefully into it, not pushing or demanding- not trying to make it more than what it is. He knows that's important- to tread the careful tightrope between letting Angel know he wants this while also being sure the ball was very much in the other's court. Angel gets used and commanded too fuckin' much, it was about time he got to choose something. Besides... this was nice. Simple. Already comfortable and familiar, like jigsaw pieces slotting into place- like they belonged like this. Together. ]
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Because they do know each other, quite possibly more than anyone has ever known either of them before. The push and pull was good for a time. Smart. Kept the distance. But has the months rolled on from that fateful night the distance became harder and harder to maintain. It wasn't so easy to push or pull when you desperately wanted to go in the same direction as the other.
Because Husk did see Angel. He saw every part of him, good and bad, and he wanted so much more of that in his life. The thought of not having that, him, in his miserable existence felt... wrong, now. He wanted everything that Angel was willing to give him- wanted to be there for the moments of mirth when one of the residents did something stupid they could openly laugh at together, and for the moments when Angel came home, bruised and exhausted and needing someone to lean on, to make the weight of what he has to go through less. Husk wants all of it.
So Husk is happy to return that kiss, reckless and stupid as it might be. He presses carefully into it, not pushing or demanding- not trying to make it more than what it is. He knows that's important- to tread the careful tightrope between letting Angel know he wants this while also being sure the ball was very much in the other's court. Angel gets used and commanded too fuckin' much, it was about time he got to choose something. Besides... this was nice. Simple. Already comfortable and familiar, like jigsaw pieces slotting into place- like they belonged like this. Together. ]