He one hundred percent hadn't meant for his thoughts on uniforms to come across, so he promptly blushed. But also, getting to see a young Edward, and then older-but-still-younger-than-now, was worth being flustered. He caught the glimpse of his military uniform too, but he wasn't sure if he should say anything about that one. He knew the war had cost Edward his eyesight, and a whole lot more than that, too. If anything would be a 'difficult conversation', it would be that topic.
He'd been a cute kid though. In comparison, Andrew had been all skinny, gangly limbs and freckles, crooked teeth his family hadn't been able to afford until he was in his teens. He still had freckles, and he was still on the skinny-limb side of things, but he'd filled out well enough.
A little shiver raced down the back of his neck, skin warm and tingling from the warmth of Edward's breath. "I know the feeling," he said softly. "And I'm sorry you do, too." He understood, too, wanting to be better than the people who'd treated him poorly. Andrew wanted that, too. And he wanted to be better than he'd been in the past, personally, to other people. He didn't want to follow the footprints of past mistakes, the potential of so many cruelties he probably hadn't even realized. He wanted to be better.
And...he understood the need for patience, too. Needing a moment to breathe and think, to process and ease into things. He'd be a hypocrite if he couldn't manage the same patience and kindness that he needed, that Edward had shown him. Seeing everything in the vibrations, the colors, the emotions, the fondness, the connection--it was almost as soothing as Edward himself, snuggled up against him. They still made the same warm joy curl in Andrew's chest, and he breathed, easy and content and relaxed, and closed his eyes.
Andrew has freckles? Edward doesn't know this, and would be immensely charmed if he did! He needs to be kept abreast of these things, Andrew! Freckles don't show up in the vibrations.
Edward makes a quiet hum of agreement, but he's starting to slip away too. All the activity has worn him out, and he feels warm, safe, and perfectly at peace for the first time in a long time. He reaches out with one hand to find one of Andrew's, and twine their fingers together. Then he rests their clasped hands on Andrew's chest, where they rise and fall with Andrew's breathing, and snuggles a little closer.
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He'd been a cute kid though. In comparison, Andrew had been all skinny, gangly limbs and freckles, crooked teeth his family hadn't been able to afford until he was in his teens. He still had freckles, and he was still on the skinny-limb side of things, but he'd filled out well enough.
A little shiver raced down the back of his neck, skin warm and tingling from the warmth of Edward's breath. "I know the feeling," he said softly. "And I'm sorry you do, too." He understood, too, wanting to be better than the people who'd treated him poorly. Andrew wanted that, too. And he wanted to be better than he'd been in the past, personally, to other people. He didn't want to follow the footprints of past mistakes, the potential of so many cruelties he probably hadn't even realized. He wanted to be better.
And...he understood the need for patience, too. Needing a moment to breathe and think, to process and ease into things. He'd be a hypocrite if he couldn't manage the same patience and kindness that he needed, that Edward had shown him. Seeing everything in the vibrations, the colors, the emotions, the fondness, the connection--it was almost as soothing as Edward himself, snuggled up against him. They still made the same warm joy curl in Andrew's chest, and he breathed, easy and content and relaxed, and closed his eyes.
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Edward makes a quiet hum of agreement, but he's starting to slip away too. All the activity has worn him out, and he feels warm, safe, and perfectly at peace for the first time in a long time. He reaches out with one hand to find one of Andrew's, and twine their fingers together. Then he rests their clasped hands on Andrew's chest, where they rise and fall with Andrew's breathing, and snuggles a little closer.
And then he'll drift off to sleep.