{ he hyper focuses on thoma's face, checking for signs of his feelings and thoughts as he processes this. it isn't the first time he's been injured, nor will it likely be the last, but it's not as though he doesn't know the outcomes.

and then when that softer way he's looked at happens he lets out a small sigh of relief. his eyes close for a moment, relishes in the feeling of his hand on his skin again. his hand moves to the back of thoma's neck, fingertips delving into his hair, lightly pulling at the tie there. }

If I'm forgiven for not telling you about this before now, you're forgiven.

{ it's a quiet murmur, and he forces his eyes open again just in case he misses anything, even if thoma's head is tipped down to kiss against his skin. at least this gives him easier access to murmur quietly in his ear as well. }

But I'll hold that to you, { and his other hand will lift up then splays across thoma's chest instead, craving the touch but also wanting to gently nudge him, pushing him back towards his room, one gentle step at a time. } when I'm fully recovered.

{ you can stop hoping, thoma, it's happening. you don't need to hope for something you already have. }