"You look like you need a hug...And that you've needed one for a long time."
Receiving Papa of your choice.
very short lil drabble for my main man (terzo)
Terzo’s immediate reaction is confusion. He’s used to people asking him for hugs, his adoring fans wanting to be blessed by his touch. That has subsided since he’s been retired but he was still getting some physical attention. Not this kind, though.
“Che cosa?” He crosses his arms and looks you up and down. “Are you flirting with me, cara?”
“What? N-no, Papa, it’s just…you look like you need a hug...And that you've needed one for a long time." You fidget with your hands as you gaze back into his mismatched eyes. His brows furrow and he opens his mouth, only to immediately close it again. You extend your arms out to him and hold him there.
Terzo’s eyes flit from your arms to your face and back again. He is so unsure — this kind of touch seeming so foreign to him. He moves to you, slow and calculated, and allows you to wrap your arms around him. He is incredibly stiff, his body rigid as he hugs you back.
You start to rub his back gently, moving your hand in slow circular motions. It takes some time but Terzo finally starts to relax against you. He nestles his face in the crook of your neck and you give him a squeeze. You hear a small sound come from him and he buries his face even deeper into your neck, his grip tightening around you.
“It’s okay. It’s okay, Papa.” You whisper to him. He trembles in your arms and you can hear him softly cry into you.
You hold him as long as he needs.