Proko tries to whisper apologies every time he has enough air to talk, every time their mouths part just long enough to form words. He's pinned to the wall, breathless, and all he can feel and taste and smell and see is Jiang.
He's missed him so fucking much.
"Will," he breathes, tipping his head back. He feels dizzy with it.
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Date: 2017-06-30 06:08 am (UTC)He's missed him so fucking much.
"Will," he breathes, tipping his head back. He feels dizzy with it.