♥

Bryan’s fingers moved slowly, tracing patterns and shapes against the other’s head; letting each hair brush against his skin. He was slow and gentle, as if he were trying to memorize every inch of Miller’s head that he could. Curled up close to him in bed and his hands trembling, Bryan just wanted to hold onto him and not let go. His hand slowly trailed down Miller’s temple and then cheek, hand cupping his cheek gently. “… I’m really glad you wanted to see me when you came back,” He whispered out, “I’m sorry for how I acted, Nate.”