[There's a brief spate of silence, Taako trying to control his breathing before he does something he regrets. It's been a long time since he felt this angry, this hurt, and he doesn't know how to deal with it. It's easier to shove it all aside and be a petty bitch, but Magnus doesn't deserve to be her proxy for that. No one deserves it except the woman who stole everything from him, but she's not here. If she ever shows up? Taako doesn't know what he'll do--
He isn't paying attention to Magnus until he feels arms surround him. At first, he freezes, unsure of what exactly is even happening to him. Taako doesn't get hugs. He rarely lets anyone touch him with such intimacy with the exception of Kravitz, and so he's left not knowing what to do for the second time in as many minutes. There's a moment - the shortest, smallest of moments - when he starts to relax, wanting comfort from someone who understands how much he's lost and how hurt he is. The smell of a woodshop is weirdly familiar and calming and he almost, almost lets himself indulge in this. Magnus is warm and solid and here, and they've been through a lot in the past year.
But then the moment ends and Taako scrambles, pushing at Magnus's chest and arms like a trapped feral cat without claws. He twists and ducks, doing whatever he can to get away, knowing that he's probably messing up his hair something awful, but he can at least use that as a distraction later. Right now? He needs to get away. This is too much for him. He can't accept this yet.]
Ugh, get off me - you're stiflingly hot and smell like a coat rack at a hoedown!
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He isn't paying attention to Magnus until he feels arms surround him. At first, he freezes, unsure of what exactly is even happening to him. Taako doesn't get hugs. He rarely lets anyone touch him with such intimacy with the exception of Kravitz, and so he's left not knowing what to do for the second time in as many minutes. There's a moment - the shortest, smallest of moments - when he starts to relax, wanting comfort from someone who understands how much he's lost and how hurt he is. The smell of a woodshop is weirdly familiar and calming and he almost, almost lets himself indulge in this. Magnus is warm and solid and here, and they've been through a lot in the past year.
But then the moment ends and Taako scrambles, pushing at Magnus's chest and arms like a trapped feral cat without claws. He twists and ducks, doing whatever he can to get away, knowing that he's probably messing up his hair something awful, but he can at least use that as a distraction later. Right now? He needs to get away. This is too much for him. He can't accept this yet.]
Ugh, get off me - you're stiflingly hot and smell like a coat rack at a hoedown!