[Kirk hesitates for a second before he latches on to Edgin, hugging him tightly, burying his face against the vampire's shoulder. He doesn't cry, but it's a near thing, he can't remember the last time he was really hugged. Like just a hug with nothing else going on about it.
It feels nice.
And foreign. He's not sure how to start it or how to end it, but he will just lean on Edgin to do that. It's not like he minds the fact his maker likely read his thoughts, he doesn't really shield them around him anyway.
But when he gets called son of all things, he feels his eyes get teary in a way he can't stop, even if he's holding them back from actually crying. Shit, he really does care for this man. ]
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It feels nice.
And foreign. He's not sure how to start it or how to end it, but he will just lean on Edgin to do that. It's not like he minds the fact his maker likely read his thoughts, he doesn't really shield them around him anyway.
But when he gets called son of all things, he feels his eyes get teary in a way he can't stop, even if he's holding them back from actually crying. Shit, he really does care for this man. ]
Thanks... thank you.