[Usually, Onni would want that space, would want to be left alone to think about things and process what's happening, but something in him doesn't want to be left alone right now. He's not sure if it's the influence of Reynir's emotions, because he knows that Reynir likes to be around people, that he's outgoing and warm and likes connection with other people when he's feeling stressed, or if it's because he isn't sure if he'll be able to process what's happening if he isn't close enough to keep feeling the connection. There's certainly a bleed-through of emotion and motivation and instincts, he can tell, but they aren't overwhelming, just a solid and warm presence.
And when they separate, he can feel it, the sudden draining cold, the barrenness of lack of contact that he isn't sure about the origin of, if it comes from Reynir or from himself or somehow from both of them. He doesn't like it any more than Reynir does, though, so he keeps close when Reynir pulls him over to the couch and makes sure their knees and shoulders are still pressed together. For a few moments, Onni stares forward, brow furrowed, feeling a little shellshocked, overwhelmed. It's going to hit him soon, he thinks, how different his life is going to be now, how he's now irrevocably tied to this person sitting beside him, but in the moment he's feeling a bit numb. Numb and raw and vulnerable.
He glances up when Reynir says his vows were really, really good, and exhales a little huff.]
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And when they separate, he can feel it, the sudden draining cold, the barrenness of lack of contact that he isn't sure about the origin of, if it comes from Reynir or from himself or somehow from both of them. He doesn't like it any more than Reynir does, though, so he keeps close when Reynir pulls him over to the couch and makes sure their knees and shoulders are still pressed together. For a few moments, Onni stares forward, brow furrowed, feeling a little shellshocked, overwhelmed. It's going to hit him soon, he thinks, how different his life is going to be now, how he's now irrevocably tied to this person sitting beside him, but in the moment he's feeling a bit numb. Numb and raw and vulnerable.
He glances up when Reynir says his vows were really, really good, and exhales a little huff.]
They weren't as...
[He gestures vaguely.]
...effusive as yours.