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I feel like Isaac would try not to cry while having sex. And fail.
hear me out.
traumatized man getting the attention and love he so readily craves, yet also touch repulsed because good god what if they become a necromorph. That’ll be awkward and terrifying. Imagine going pound town on someone and they turn into an alien zombie. Dead on the spot-
while Isaac is overthinking, his bed partner calls him so gently he swears he might be seeing Nicole for a second there. He had stopped mid thrust. And he shares eye contact with the softest gaze, with a gaze full of love that has him tearing up, because fuck he just wants to be okay, he just wants to be happy.
and he is okay in the arms of someone that knows he’s broken yet still lingers and wants him.
he cries. He whimpers and howls, just letting everything out. All the pain, all the blood he had to see and the people he’s lost.
but here? Here he’s heard. He’s seen. He’s understood.
He’s loved.
the next time he finds himself in a bed with that same loving person he can’t help the embarrassment from his outburst, yet that is forgotten in the soft pleasure of lazy sex and easy comfort.