☽;; — ⎡ A quivering breath s h a k e s his entire frame as it is being released and the radio host nods just once, his face { buried } into the fabric of Carlos’ shirt. [ Trembling ] digits curl around the t h i n material on the scientist’s shoulder as he lets out another shaky breath in an attempt to slow his [ racing heart ]. ⎦
❝ —— Don’t leave. ❞
° ;; [ His arms do their best to support Cecil, which isn't so much of a challenge. No, t h a t came with his face hiding into the scientist's clothes, with the sensation of Cecil (shaking) against his limbs. Several kisses find themselves planted atop of the host's head. ]
" I'm not going anywhere, I promise."
