Laytenn

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1991, fanfic writer, corgi owner, perpetually fighting a migraine minors fuck off AO3: Ayleid

Soap whispers to Simon: "It's over now. I promise. You're back." Simon signed with a hand, "You saw me die." The memory drew Soap's throat tight. Ribs tight, his heart constricted and he squeezed his eyes shut as if he could banish the images and sounds from his mind by denial… but the hurt remained, the despair and grief returned with a tide so fierce Soap pulled Simon's free hand into his and held it tight. His reaction spoke for itself. While he had been steadily supporting the hand Simon used for signing, now that hand gained enough strength to grip into Soap's coat to pull him down. Given how their foreheads had been touching, Soap shouldn't have been surprised when the sudden pull had the only possible consequence. His lips touched Simon's and he felt the kiss before he knew what was happening.