If it had been anyone else helping him, Alec would have pulled away and tried to get dried off an dressed by himself even if he almost fell on his face doing so. He wouldn't have let his family see how tired he was or that his injuries still pained him. But Magnus would be hurt if he refused to let her help.
So he didn't feel guilty when he leaned on her, although he made sure not to rest too much of his weight on her. As her hands settled on his hips, he realized that there wasn't anything separating them, a blush creeping over his face. "No, it's not."
Shivering at the feeling of her fingers against his skin, he looked down at her, struggling to find something to say. She was becoming important to him as well, but his feelings were so confused that he didn't know how to express them so that he didn't sound foolish or hurt her by accident. "You're becoming important to me as well." It didn't truly describe how he felt, but it was a start. Something safe that hopefully wouldn't be taken the wrong way when he wasn't sure of his thoughts.
Smiling as she helped him with the shirt, the blush brightened when her arm curled around his waist. "I don't think lovely describes me. Especially not after that fight." The worst of the wounds were closed, but they were still angry and red. Combined with the scars that covered his body, 'lovely' didn't seem appropriate.
Letting out a sigh, he began pulling the shirt over his head, knowing it would hurt but Magnus was right. He would feel comfortable if he was clothed.
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Date: 2013-09-04 02:40 am (UTC)From:So he didn't feel guilty when he leaned on her, although he made sure not to rest too much of his weight on her. As her hands settled on his hips, he realized that there wasn't anything separating them, a blush creeping over his face. "No, it's not."
Shivering at the feeling of her fingers against his skin, he looked down at her, struggling to find something to say. She was becoming important to him as well, but his feelings were so confused that he didn't know how to express them so that he didn't sound foolish or hurt her by accident. "You're becoming important to me as well." It didn't truly describe how he felt, but it was a start. Something safe that hopefully wouldn't be taken the wrong way when he wasn't sure of his thoughts.
Smiling as she helped him with the shirt, the blush brightened when her arm curled around his waist. "I don't think lovely describes me. Especially not after that fight." The worst of the wounds were closed, but they were still angry and red. Combined with the scars that covered his body, 'lovely' didn't seem appropriate.
Letting out a sigh, he began pulling the shirt over his head, knowing it would hurt but Magnus was right. He would feel comfortable if he was clothed.