Jacob smiles slightly at the kisses, the cold air around them means the warmth of Chris' kisses stand out all the more, as if the world is highlighting each and every one to him. They're a gift, a benediction that he should treasure and keep close to his heart.
"I intend to. Trust me." He says, as solemn as a promise. He loves Chris fiercely, intensely, and he isn't about to stop, or let anything come in the way of that.
He squeezes Chris' fingers again, keeping their hands together as they continue down the path. Normally it's warmer amongst trees, so much life gives off heat, but the temperature is still low, the frost in the wind almost tangible.
"The words I said. They really stuck with you?" He doesn't want to make Chris dwell on that time, that pain, but the fact Chris' asked about it, remembered them so clearly, means something.
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Date: 2022-12-15 06:09 am (UTC)"I intend to. Trust me." He says, as solemn as a promise. He loves Chris fiercely, intensely, and he isn't about to stop, or let anything come in the way of that.
He squeezes Chris' fingers again, keeping their hands together as they continue down the path. Normally it's warmer amongst trees, so much life gives off heat, but the temperature is still low, the frost in the wind almost tangible.
"The words I said. They really stuck with you?" He doesn't want to make Chris dwell on that time, that pain, but the fact Chris' asked about it, remembered them so clearly, means something.