[My god has he gone on a wild emotional rollercoaster over the way Scien's truly stuck his foot in the door and refused to leave. Periods of anger that felt very much like his own, and ones that really were - times when he'd felt miserable and wanted nothing more than to lash out, times when he felt guiltier than sin and like he couldn't possibly bear the weight of all the good that had been forced into his hands. In the future, there will surely be more of these fluctuations. Lucas's heart and mind are in a state of constant flux, due to who he is as a person and what he's still having to deal with.
But for now, he selfishly hangs on to that warm feeling. Even if he hardly has the right to enjoy anything but a heavy heart after everything he's done - in general and more recently - it's much more pleasant to hold than all of the ugly feelings he normally harbors.
His fingertips find Scien's palm. When Scien presses his lips to his cheek, he turns his head a little, this time toward him instead of away. It's close enough that their lips almost brush, but he's reserved in the way that he doesn't let this one tide of warmth carry him too far and straightens up a little to regain some space. His hand stays with Scien's, though.]
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But for now, he selfishly hangs on to that warm feeling. Even if he hardly has the right to enjoy anything but a heavy heart after everything he's done - in general and more recently - it's much more pleasant to hold than all of the ugly feelings he normally harbors.
His fingertips find Scien's palm. When Scien presses his lips to his cheek, he turns his head a little, this time toward him instead of away. It's close enough that their lips almost brush, but he's reserved in the way that he doesn't let this one tide of warmth carry him too far and straightens up a little to regain some space. His hand stays with Scien's, though.]
It's too much. But thank you, regardless.