Anduin's fingers tighten on Wrathion's, his expression softening as he meets Wrathion's gaze in return.
It isn't that Wrathion doesn't show affection. He does, on a fairly regular basis at that, although mostly in the privacy of their own room. Which is fine with Anduin. He does not mind Wrathion's preference for privacy. He somewhat prefers it, if he's being honest with himself. It means he gets to keep this all to himself, this -- whatever it is they have together, they have not exactly put a label on it. But it is theirs and only theirs, and there is so little in Anduin's life he can truly say that of.
Wrathion does not however frequently say overly affectionate things. Perhaps because he is not in the practice of it. Perhaps because he just does not feel the need. Regardless... It does make the moments when he does count that much more.
"There is no need to ask," he replies, raising their joined hands to press a kiss against the back of his knuckles. "You already have me right here."
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It isn't that Wrathion doesn't show affection. He does, on a fairly regular basis at that, although mostly in the privacy of their own room. Which is fine with Anduin. He does not mind Wrathion's preference for privacy. He somewhat prefers it, if he's being honest with himself. It means he gets to keep this all to himself, this -- whatever it is they have together, they have not exactly put a label on it. But it is theirs and only theirs, and there is so little in Anduin's life he can truly say that of.
Wrathion does not however frequently say overly affectionate things. Perhaps because he is not in the practice of it. Perhaps because he just does not feel the need. Regardless... It does make the moments when he does count that much more.
"There is no need to ask," he replies, raising their joined hands to press a kiss against the back of his knuckles. "You already have me right here."