[ It's the sincerity in his voice that makes Harrison draw him in closer, protective instincts flaring up almost instantly as he runs a hand through his hair. There's almost a vulnerability there, one that makes him want to build up a wall to keep him safe — from his abilities, from Zoom, from anything, really. He can't even muster up a response beyond that, save for a soft, simple: ]
Yeah.
[ He's always been a man of few words, but even that doesn't seem to speak enough when it comes to how he feels. Harrison just keeps kissing him instead, soft but intense, as if to say, "I'm glad you're okay too." He draws it out, letting each kiss linger, and rests his other hand at his side again, fingers curling against the fabric of his shirt. If they were anywhere else, he'd probably push it, paw idly at the hem, but this was Snow's domain and he wasn't that stupid.
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Yeah.
[ He's always been a man of few words, but even that doesn't seem to speak enough when it comes to how he feels. Harrison just keeps kissing him instead, soft but intense, as if to say, "I'm glad you're okay too." He draws it out, letting each kiss linger, and rests his other hand at his side again, fingers curling against the fabric of his shirt. If they were anywhere else, he'd probably push it, paw idly at the hem, but this was Snow's domain and he wasn't that stupid.
Probably.
Only time would tell, really. ]