[The solid feeling of another as they clasp their hands in his is a foreign one, though not altogether unpleasant. Ramirez was used to isolation; warmth and acceptance were not things he expected to find. Yet here he was, feeling nothing but that from the other men. He could feel it in the soft pressure of their hands, and his heart jumped and thrummed vibrantly in his chest.
But it was so fast-
His hands twitch backward, uncertainly; it's the only feeble cry of protest he gives at the sudden affection from the two before he hesitantly curls his fingers around the two. The grip is gentle at first, but the longer this goes on, the harder he's going to hold on to them until it turns into an intense, almost borderline painful clinging.]
No.
[And then-]
It was your suggestion.
[It's a weak comeback at best, only accentuated by the complete lack of any sort of disdain in his voice...but it's hard to argue with that buoyant emotion fluttering up inside his chest, no matter how hard that small, rational part of his mind was attempting to stab it brutally in the back. Stop, it tells him, Stop right now before it's too late-
Ramirez brushes the thought aside, ignores the feeling that there is something decidedly off about his almost instantaneous attachment to the other two men. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that tender, intense affection he held for them was now burning through his veins at lightning speed.
Perhaps he looks a bit foolish, standing here and clutching at the two of them like a lifeline. But for all he cares, the rest of the village can take a backseat in his mind for now.]
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But it was so fast-
His hands twitch backward, uncertainly; it's the only feeble cry of protest he gives at the sudden affection from the two before he hesitantly curls his fingers around the two. The grip is gentle at first, but the longer this goes on, the harder he's going to hold on to them until it turns into an intense, almost borderline painful clinging.]
No.
[And then-]
It was your suggestion.
[It's a weak comeback at best, only accentuated by the complete lack of any sort of disdain in his voice...but it's hard to argue with that buoyant emotion fluttering up inside his chest, no matter how hard that small, rational part of his mind was attempting to stab it brutally in the back. Stop, it tells him, Stop right now before it's too late-
Ramirez brushes the thought aside, ignores the feeling that there is something decidedly off about his almost instantaneous attachment to the other two men. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that tender, intense affection he held for them was now burning through his veins at lightning speed.
Perhaps he looks a bit foolish, standing here and clutching at the two of them like a lifeline. But for all he cares, the rest of the village can take a backseat in his mind for now.]