[ They rested on a precarious balance between what they could be and what they could actually have, nearly tipping back and forth with a sort of intense longing that Kai at times drowned under. The yearning to have every bit of Rook stole the air from his lungs and broke every vibrating piece of his heart.

How tragic to fall for someone who could never have the capability to really want you back.

Smiling he turned in Rook's arms to push him back to sit in the chair. ]

Maybe if I like what you paint on the canvas there, I'll paint you next.

[ Wider smile as he sat down in Rook's lap. ]

But you're going to struggle with me positioned like this.