There's doubt in Jet's eyes, not because he doubts Albert's conviction, but because he doubts he could be everything for nothing. Just because he's him.
But Albert's words don't fall on fully deaf ears, Jet hears them and he believes that Albert means that now and has always meant it and will probably (hopefully) continue to mean it in the future and that thought warms the blond through out. The only thing to temper that warmth was his own frustration with himself that he couldn't think of answer for his partner.
Long fingers rise to run along prominent cheek bones and into silver hair while blue eyes remain steady on white. "I don't know. I'm sorry."
He wished he could think of whatever magical word or act would cement the idea in his head, but nothing came to mind, nothing chased away that little 'what if I'm not enough?' in the back of his head.
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But Albert's words don't fall on fully deaf ears, Jet hears them and he believes that Albert means that now and has always meant it and will probably (hopefully) continue to mean it in the future and that thought warms the blond through out. The only thing to temper that warmth was his own frustration with himself that he couldn't think of answer for his partner.
Long fingers rise to run along prominent cheek bones and into silver hair while blue eyes remain steady on white. "I don't know. I'm sorry."
He wished he could think of whatever magical word or act would cement the idea in his head, but nothing came to mind, nothing chased away that little 'what if I'm not enough?' in the back of his head.
"But maybe you could start by kissing me."