Re: Museum: Connor and Ragnar
Ragnar listened, both flattered and distressed. Flattered because someone had known enough- because they had thought Athelstan loved him enough that using his face would deceive him into bed. Ragnar knew that Athelstan cared for him deeply, but he hadn't thought- he hadn't let himself think.
But now he really was thinking.
"Of course I would not-" he said quietly, slowly, gazing at the other man. "It goes for now, too. I have missed you- by the gods I have missed you, and I never stopped loving you, but I will never ask you to do what you do not want to."
Ragnar brought Athelstan's fingers to his lips again, kissing his knuckles slowly. "There will be time. I have...infinite time. And I- I would do anything for you. If you need anything at all, you will call me? Please? I am still- so overwhelmed to see you. You are like a dream, but you're real. And I am so thankful."
He didn't want to ramble at Athelstan, he could come up with some coherent words on his own given time.