[Well. And that's it, isn't it. That's what he wants. Not all he wants, but good enough. It's a thousand times better like this, when they're not talking about things that edge too close to secrets, to things that Caesar doesn't want anyone to know, much less Joseph. This is easier. This is a safe space they've created for themselves, where he panics and Joseph, somehow, knows what to do.]
[Joseph holds him tighter, and his fingers loosen slightly in his shirt. He turns his head into the crook of Joseph's neck and just breathes for a few moments, eyes closing, just being here. This is what he wants.]
[When he pulls away, it's with a smile and a light squeeze on Joseph's upper arm, something reassuring, even though it isn't Joseph who needs reassurance at all.]
Thank you. [A beat.] Not for being an asshole. For the other thing.
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[Joseph holds him tighter, and his fingers loosen slightly in his shirt. He turns his head into the crook of Joseph's neck and just breathes for a few moments, eyes closing, just being here. This is what he wants.]
[When he pulls away, it's with a smile and a light squeeze on Joseph's upper arm, something reassuring, even though it isn't Joseph who needs reassurance at all.]
Thank you. [A beat.] Not for being an asshole. For the other thing.
[For all the other things.]