Foible digits locked, bridging golden spice soon as reconnect was offered and the two fingers on partner's bodies most alike in size and shape swore playground pinkie promise to shove off hurts and make room for forgiveness. Open hearts, open hands, base ingredients to a healthy relationship Jon understood what his man struggled to convey. Baby blues exposed in candlelight - for the sun had properly set over the course of their row, early autumn bringing with it shorter days, longer nights - construed more than their hands now five-fingers of weft and weave; more than the words read but never heard upon sloping lips.
I know, Jon smiled back, giving trapped fingers a firm squeeze. Still careful not to constrict willowy digits too hard for fear of injury because Robb was fragile, something he often forgot when trying to juggle odds and ends of conversation. Happiness, contrasting personalities, mental and emotional hot buttons dangerous as tossing about knives, flaming batons and a bowling ball all while eating an apple. None of which meant he shouldn’t feel that sharp twinge like a broken rib that refused to heal, chronic pain flaring up again whenever blabbermouth lover failed to verbalize his affections because it did hurt. A lot! But Jon didn’t want to fight anymore, and ultimately, tortoise brain would eventually catch up and succeed frantic heart now pumping at hare’s pace to settle tetchy belly. Reopening that Pandora’s box, though...
No. When it came to emotional strength, Robb was all flash and no substance. A bit of solid magnesium dropped in water, he burned brightly for a spell, sparked and popped and hissed but once experiment concluded he was nothing more than an unsustainable parlour trick. I know he loves me. I do know it. I know it, I know it, it’s fine, he doesn’t have to say it.
Luckily, dwelling on recurring sore point would have to wait because matter at hand still awaited discussion. Jon would have to be content for a time to sit on the carpet in gathering darkness, too worried to let go and risk unraveling their fragile bond as it slowly reknit.
"No sex, promise me that? I swear it’s not a trust issue, only I truly believe something should be only between lovers. Sex with you... It’s special, babe, and I want- I need that connection to be ours and ours alone. Alright?”