Alistair's throat bobs. His limbs feel weak with the sudden rush of relief; the realization that a thing long desired -- and long since dismissed as impossible, brattish, not to be thought of -- is within reach after all. More than that: that it's a thing Cullen wants, too.
He laces their fingers tighter. Wraps his free arm around Cullen's shoulders, drawing him close.
His voice is only a little thicker than normal. "Then you should do it."
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Alistair's throat bobs. His limbs feel weak with the sudden rush of relief; the realization that a thing long desired -- and long since dismissed as impossible, brattish, not to be thought of -- is within reach after all. More than that: that it's a thing Cullen wants, too.
He laces their fingers tighter. Wraps his free arm around Cullen's shoulders, drawing him close.
His voice is only a little thicker than normal. "Then you should do it."