Anduin takes a moment to press his eyes shut tight. At the press of Wrathion's fingers, gentle and tentative against his arm. At his words. He takes a deep breath and it catches in his chest, but he's trying. Trying to pull himself back together, trying to stop keep himself from simply falling apart. It's difficult.
It has been difficult.
The war. N'Zoth. Losing Wyll. Losing his father. Inheriting a country. The distrust of his council. The pressure, even from those he had looked to for support. And Wrathion...
Anduin takes in another deep breath, letting it out slowly before opening his eyes to meet Wrathion's. Raising a tentative hand of his own and slowly, carefully, pressing it over Wrathion's to hold it there.
"It will always upset me when you are in danger, Wrathion," Anduin says, at last. "I know that you cannot make me promises. But -- I am asking for your understanding. We have only just found each other again. Please..." He tightens his fingers ever so slightly on Wrathion's fingers underneath his own.
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It has been difficult.
The war. N'Zoth. Losing Wyll. Losing his father. Inheriting a country. The distrust of his council. The pressure, even from those he had looked to for support. And Wrathion...
Anduin takes in another deep breath, letting it out slowly before opening his eyes to meet Wrathion's. Raising a tentative hand of his own and slowly, carefully, pressing it over Wrathion's to hold it there.
"It will always upset me when you are in danger, Wrathion," Anduin says, at last. "I know that you cannot make me promises. But -- I am asking for your understanding. We have only just found each other again. Please..." He tightens his fingers ever so slightly on Wrathion's fingers underneath his own.