the question had mostly been directed at HIMSELF, not expecting an answer. he knew very well why he came here; needs distractions. ALL OF THE DISTRACTIONS HE CAN GET. michael seems to prove to be a very little one. isn’t that rudiger isn’tinterested in him, it’s just hard when he’s not been OFFERED MUCH. then again that could be his own fault. ghoul is constantly back& forth with what he wants, mixed signals & all. DOESN’T MIND HIS COMPANY, however. there’s no attempt made to create space. he doesn’t mind the closeness. in fact, he PREFERS IT. he looks at michael, tired, drained. sad.
“ i just…wanna CUDDLE… “ he sighs. the ghoul moves, suddenly, entire body pressing forward & forcing the gargoyle onto his back so that rudiger may LAY ON TOP of him. like a dog. “ …..play wit’ my hair? “
and just like that the urge to push rudiger away dissipates, finds himself right back at the start where he continues to SOAK UP the marginal amounts of attention given. holding a grudge over mixed signals is difficult for michael, (had an easier time holding other grudges !! ) melts right back into rudiger’s touch the moment he’s shown affection again. suddenly the ghoul is ON TOP OF HIM, pressed against his chest though he has no trouble breathing lying this way. he’s sad, and michael finds it hard to be comforting when he doesn’t know whats wrong. slender arms find their way around the ghoul’s ribs despite his confusion, feels it’s what rudiger wants, ( maybe even what he NEEDS ) and the closeness is enough for the gargoyle to want to remain lying down. chin rests atop rudigers head, burying his nose in unkempt hair as a hand finds its way to the nape of his neck. running the back of his fingernails along the skin he allows digits to twist and twirl in his dark locks soothingly, moving slowly and purposefully, fingers catching on small clumps of dirt as he strokes, that of which he crumbles between soft fingertips.
he likes this, the warm pressure of rudiger lying against his chest, watching the hybrid rise and fall with his own breaths. the boy appears a WRECK, appears to not be all there. he wants to help, wants to make him better. “ baths always make me feel better. i could bathe you. “ an innocent suggestion, no longer interested in dirty touches and tugging at each others lips between sharp teeth. he wants to HELP. “ it’s going to take a lot of SCRUBBING but i’m sure we could get it all. ”
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