...unless you really, truly regret it, you shouldn't apologize.

[Living a life without ever hurting anyone was probably impossible. Everyone had their reasons. Maybe it was his own selfish view, but not all things that were bad had to be "wrong".

The fingers threading through his hair are both soothing and invigorating. It reminds him of the feeling of being treasured... wanted. But when his fingertips brush the edge of his skin it tingles with warmth. His eyes slip closed and he sighs gently. The tinge of pink on his cheeks really hasn't gone away-- but he feels so relaxed. Safe.]

If you ever feel like you're getting lost, I'll come and pull you back.