[ The sound of Iorveth's voice, warm and familiar, breaks him out of his unpleasant trance, and for a moment he feels adrift, stuck between this world and the world he'd just been inhabiting. He blinks, looking down at his hands that are still keeping Iorveth at arm's length before he slowly retracts them. Despite his attempts to push Iorveth away, the feeling of fingers in his hair is pleasant, soothing. As always, he loves those hands. ]
Oh.
[ Embarrassment floods him, coloring his face and neck. Gods, tell him he didn't just shove the man he loves after begging him to stay close. ]
I didn't mean— I was just... confused. You know how vivid a trance can be.
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Oh.
[ Embarrassment floods him, coloring his face and neck. Gods, tell him he didn't just shove the man he loves after begging him to stay close. ]
I didn't mean— I was just... confused. You know how vivid a trance can be.