[ Istredd is weary and frustrated, still a little angry, but he's also sad underneath it all. There is the reality that repeating these memories was bringing back some of those feelings, and they have worked hard to get to a better place. He isn't going to be hiding in the room or skittish going anywhere, that aspect of it is truly done, but he is sad.
And he never really got to talk about it. The people who were there don't talk about it either. Collective denial. He expects Lucifer to be poked, that he struggles with his desires to push people. He is always good with Istredd. Gentle, in a way.
He leans down into Lucifer's space when he hugs him and lets him do that. He changes his position so he is more directly sprawling on him, and that makes it easier to embrace. Istredd buries his nose into Lucifer's neck, eyes closing, and pushes off the text for now. ]
Sorry. [ He murmurs into Lucifer's skin. That sorry could mean any number of things. ]
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And he never really got to talk about it. The people who were there don't talk about it either. Collective denial. He expects Lucifer to be poked, that he struggles with his desires to push people. He is always good with Istredd. Gentle, in a way.
He leans down into Lucifer's space when he hugs him and lets him do that. He changes his position so he is more directly sprawling on him, and that makes it easier to embrace. Istredd buries his nose into Lucifer's neck, eyes closing, and pushes off the text for now. ]
Sorry. [ He murmurs into Lucifer's skin. That sorry could mean any number of things. ]