After all we have been through, after fighting together, living together, and especially almost dying together, after having to run through the woods in flames, dodge past screaming ghouls while he bleeds on my back as I prayed for his wounds to pass over to me quickly, only to that for some reason they weren't to fuel my anxiety as I had dashed as fast as I could, only to finally discover that his wounds weren't fatal and that he was actually fine, after all the ups and downs that my emotions went through, of painfully watching him die, to thankfully being relieved of seeing him well, that saying I'm shaken by it is an understatement.
I let out a ragged breath as my self control slips from me, stretching even further to its limits when I think of him accepting me, as he has done so before, no reason to not do it right now, beyond that small detail of me being able to hurt him…
Oh my someone is bitting more than they can chew haha!