â[Does it hurt?]â
Mindâs fingers probe the edge of Heartâs blindfold. Heart flinches away, shutting his mouth before his gasp can grace Mindâs ears. â(Why would you care?)â
â[Itâs not like that.]â Mind says quickly. His harried exhale tingles against Heartâs mouth. ItâsâŚ
Itâs as if he canât bear being questioned about anything he does. Really, hypocrite is too nice of a word for whatever Mind is. Mind should just quit.
He wonât, though.
Heart and Mind will stay in this cycle. A weird lingering touch, a weird unsaid feeling. Whatever-this-is.
â(What is it like, then? You donât have to do this. I wish you wouldnât.)â Heart asserts. He doesnât like how Mind reaches out to him. He doesnât like the spark (of pain) (ofâ) Mind lights up on his skin. He doesnât like, doesnât wantâ
â[I just want to check,]â Mind insists, logically. It could make sense if Heart wanted it to. If Heart wanted Mind to be doing all this for a good reason.
Butâ
â(Check what?)â
â[What he did. How bad it was.]â
â(You can just askâ)â
And thatâs the crack in all this. Mind doesnât need to touch Heart to figure these things out. Heartâs found the flaw in his argumentâ to do what? Exploit it? Make Mindâ
Mind tugs Heartâs blindfold off. â[I donât want to ask,]â he says.
â(You wanted to touch, instead.)â
â[Iâ]â
â(If you expect me to let you, at least admit it, Mind.)â
â[Let me?]â
â(Iâm not weak. If Iâ wantedâ to stop you, I could have.)â
(He really could have. But he didnât. Because he wantedâ
Whatever Mind wants, whatever the driving force is behind this thing. He wants that too. He really does.)
â[You wantâ]â
Mind presses his forehead against Heartâs, just a bit. â[Can Iâ touch your face?]â
â(Yes,)â Heart says, because thereâs nothing else to say, really. Has there been? Has he ever said no to Mind when it comes to this-kind-of-thing?
He doesnât touch Heartâs scar. His fingers trace up Heartâs chin, press into his cheek, and linger near his lips.
Heart reaches out. He takes Mindâs wrist, and pushes his fingers where they clearly want to go.
â[Heart,]â Mind pleads.
â(Do it,)â Heart tells him, and he doesnât know what question heâs answering, really, it could be anythingâ
He does know.
â(Kiss me.)â














