When Nines pulls away, he lingers a moment in the space between them, searching Gavin’s face l

When Nines pulls away, he lingers a moment in the space between them, searching Gavin’s face like hunting for marks he’s left. The imprint of the seal in wax. I wish I knew what you wanted me to hear. Gavin holds himself still, doesn’t chase after Nines’s mouth.

Nines’s internal monologue at this moment probably just consists of a single long wordless scream, but if you were to put words to it, OH SHIT WELL I’VE DONE IT NOW, FUCK would be more or less where you would land. ~*~Local dog dads in the infancy of their courtship, trying to figure out if physical contact can metaphorically function as a substitute for actual communication~*~