[ he's safe and he's warm like this and the sweet nothings of love only combine to reminding him how badly he doesn't want to leave this place. he doesn't want to forget and go back to not understanding what it feels like to love someone or to what kissing feels like or what it feels like to have part of someone's soul so completely embedded into your own. it stings, being reminded of what he has here and what the tenth wants him to go back to. ]
I don't want--
[ he cuts himself off, swallows, and tries again. ]
no subject
I don't want--
[ he cuts himself off, swallows, and tries again. ]
...
I'm not leaving.