[ While Severus is relieved that William has ceased his prying, he knows that this is just another tactic. A bizarre animal ritual, trying to wiggle close enough disarm him. He doesn't understand why - whatever motivation the other man has, it's too insidious (or mysterious) for him to currently grasp. Sincerity doesn't make the list; stupidity, maybe, or desperation. Wanting to be near someone monstrous out of fascination.
He wants to ask. Why are you doing this, why did you kiss me-- but he won't. Even articulating the questions to himself would come too close to acknowledging the black hole he keeps boarded up, the one which once had a label that he's long scratched off. The space sits in his insides and obligingly pretends not to exist. The crushing weight of how lonely he is turned some time ago to emotional dark matter best left unexamined. ]
I'm not interested in altering my perception of reality.
no subject
He wants to ask. Why are you doing this, why did you kiss me-- but he won't. Even articulating the questions to himself would come too close to acknowledging the black hole he keeps boarded up, the one which once had a label that he's long scratched off. The space sits in his insides and obligingly pretends not to exist. The crushing weight of how lonely he is turned some time ago to emotional dark matter best left unexamined. ]
I'm not interested in altering my perception of reality.