[ He's been Thinking Stuff Over since their cry for help over the network, three-offers in from other people who were willing to give Fjord their favours with the Augur so that he could have his powers back. Three strangers who saw his distress and acted. Meanwhile, Molly has been suffering quietly, pushed away and mocked, and all Fjord has done is make him a fucking bath to apologise. It's a lot, being on the island, he agrees with that, but he can't find any excuse for how badly he's letting Molly down; letting one of the Nein down. Fuck. All his recent musings and inner debates crescendo into a tornado in his chest as he cups Molly's face and acts on what feels like reliable impulse in the moment, not possessing the words to sew up the fault-lines he has cracked through his friend and reduced to actions instead.
The kiss is quick and chaste, and he leans back once it parts with a soft sound. His cheeks feel like they might be on fire as well as his ears, but Fjord stays as calm as he can, all but defiantly holding eye-contact. A ball of anxiety bounces around his ribs but he holds it together. ]
Then don't feel those things.
[ Fjord has no wise advice, only what he regards as relatively acceptable behaviour based off what he thinks he would do in the same position. ]
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The kiss is quick and chaste, and he leans back once it parts with a soft sound. His cheeks feel like they might be on fire as well as his ears, but Fjord stays as calm as he can, all but defiantly holding eye-contact. A ball of anxiety bounces around his ribs but he holds it together. ]
Then don't feel those things.
[ Fjord has no wise advice, only what he regards as relatively acceptable behaviour based off what he thinks he would do in the same position. ]
Feel something else.