[Ryan lets Min-Gi take his hand and place it wherever he wants, though he lets out a soft gasp when he realizes where it's going. Right over his chest. Right over his heart.
His hand is small in Min-Gi's, and it's hard to think about what he was saying and not like, how soft his shirt is. He closes any gap there was, fingers splayed now that he has the chance to touch.
What was he saying again? How is he supposed to focus on anything with Min-Gi looking right into his eyes and the world gently tilting?]
Shhhh. There's no should. You don't know what you're like, and...and I don't know what you're like or what I'm like...but that's okay! It's okay, 'cause it's a space up there, and you can put...anything in that space. Not circus stuff or wild turkeys. You can beeee...whoever! You can be whoever you want. ...With me.
[He gently tip-taps his fingers against Min-Gi's chest, as if that emphasizes his point in any meaningful way.]
You don't have to try, 'cause you are! You're fun. This is fun and so good. You're...you're really good, Min-Gi.
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His hand is small in Min-Gi's, and it's hard to think about what he was saying and not like, how soft his shirt is. He closes any gap there was, fingers splayed now that he has the chance to touch.
What was he saying again? How is he supposed to focus on anything with Min-Gi looking right into his eyes and the world gently tilting?]
Shhhh. There's no should. You don't know what you're like, and...and I don't know what you're like or what I'm like...but that's okay! It's okay, 'cause it's a space up there, and you can put...anything in that space. Not circus stuff or wild turkeys. You can beeee...whoever! You can be whoever you want. ...With me.
[He gently tip-taps his fingers against Min-Gi's chest, as if that emphasizes his point in any meaningful way.]
You don't have to try, 'cause you are! You're fun. This is fun and so good. You're...you're really good, Min-Gi.