[That seems to take some of the edge off of his ire, and contact, well- it always gets to him, even simple things like the way Lucifer's fingers curl against his shoulder. He reaches out, but his fingers hesitate for a moment before closing the distance, touching against his chest as he looks up at him, holding on.]
You promise? They can't take this away?
[And he knows it's obvious and it makes his lips thin at the fact of being this exposed. But he wants to hear him say it. Sure he'd been told not to trust him- but it was still better than nothing. Some piece of comfort when pieces were too familiar, and there was that concern there-- Francis knew better than most what it was like to lose a world.
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You promise? They can't take this away?
[And he knows it's obvious and it makes his lips thin at the fact of being this exposed. But he wants to hear him say it. Sure he'd been told not to trust him- but it was still better than nothing. Some piece of comfort when pieces were too familiar, and there was that concern there-- Francis knew better than most what it was like to lose a world.
So maybe he's a little demanding.]