What an odd thing. The gesture is so little, just a brief press of the boy's lips against his cheek, but the odd sensation that floods through Horatio is immense.
He doesn't deserve this gentle affection. He doesn't think he could keep on with his life if he weren't allowed this quiet devotion.
"...good night, petal."
They'll have to find him here in the morning, still pacing the room with Richard curled in against his chest.
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Date: 2019-01-12 04:16 am (UTC)He doesn't deserve this gentle affection. He doesn't think he could keep on with his life if he weren't allowed this quiet devotion.
"...good night, petal."
They'll have to find him here in the morning, still pacing the room with Richard curled in against his chest.