"You did not-" he chokes despite himself, the lump in his throat so prominent it hurts. His brows furrow, a silent curse uttered to get himself together. "You did not have to that...for me." What had he done to deserve it?
He wants to ask as much, but he is not a man who is good with words - he's good with action, and he takes it now as he lurches forward and wraps his arms around Max, hugging him tight to his chest and burying his face in his shoulder. "Thank you. I did not think you would truly ask the fae for my senses back..."
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Date: 2020-12-04 03:34 am (UTC)He wants to ask as much, but he is not a man who is good with words - he's good with action, and he takes it now as he lurches forward and wraps his arms around Max, hugging him tight to his chest and burying his face in his shoulder. "Thank you. I did not think you would truly ask the fae for my senses back..."