[ he can think of a way to give thorns more, though it would cross a boundary they could never walk back from, at least from this timeline. the thought flickers across his face, blanking his expression for the span of a heartbeat before the sensation of thorns' touch pulls him right back to reality. he blinks, breath catching, steadying himself by resting his forehead on thorns' shoulder. ]

I've only ever wanted to show you the good parts of me. The handsome, the cool, the reliable. [ his teeth begin to scrape along thorns' neck, gradually sinking deeper and deeper into his skin. ] But if you want to accept the bad and the ugly… well! Since all of me in my world's yours, isn't the only thing left bringing you into mine?

[ and so he bites for real, intent on leaving a mark that will bloom for days. ]

I've been close, love.