[ he doesn’t believe it is — not entirely. but he’s fond of that part of daan, too; the way he manages to make it all seem so simple, even when they know it isn’t. ]
…Fine. [ he resigns in that characteristically bratty little way. ] You sure you’re okay? You don’t need me to go back to your place with you?
[It's already complicated, though. It's been complicated and it will only get more complicated. When is ever a good time to put an end to it for Cloud's own good? Hell if he knows.
Gently, he squeezes Cloud's hand.]
Well, you don't need to, but you're welcome to come along.
[ neither of them are saying what they’re really thinking, and he’s aware of that on some level. it’s fine. they didn’t need to talk about it. he could have this for now — just be content with what daan’s giving him. ignore that selfish impulse that’s telling him he wants more.
his head pivots up, the rush of warmth to his hand returning him to reality. and then he squeezes his hand back with some shyness. ]
Your place, huh. We could… do something. [ a beat before he corrects himself– ] Not sex, I mean. [ uh. ] Just… hang around. Do what people do.
[It feels cruel, letting it hang in the air like this. If he was better -- more disciplined, smarter, a good man -- he'd have done it. But he holds on, gathering what bit of enjoyment he can afford before it slips through his fingers like sand.
Right now, he lets his hand settle in Cloud's.]
Sure. We can do that.
Don't really have much there, but I can at least fix us a drink or something.
That genuinely catches him off guard; he still isn't used to being flustered about this kind of thing, but he does feel heat creeping up onto his face. How the hell did Cloud accidentally get to be smooth for like one second?
Clearing his throat, Daan glances away.]
...Well. Sounds like that will work, then. Wonderful.
[Anyway! Daan will just get their various lingerie and call that a day.]
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[ he doesn’t believe it is — not entirely. but he’s fond of that part of daan, too; the way he manages to make it all seem so simple, even when they know it isn’t. ]
…Fine. [ he resigns in that characteristically bratty little way. ] You sure you’re okay? You don’t need me to go back to your place with you?
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[It's already complicated, though. It's been complicated and it will only get more complicated. When is ever a good time to put an end to it for Cloud's own good? Hell if he knows.
Gently, he squeezes Cloud's hand.]
Well, you don't need to, but you're welcome to come along.
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[ neither of them are saying what they’re really thinking, and he’s aware of that on some level. it’s fine. they didn’t need to talk about it. he could have this for now — just be content with what daan’s giving him. ignore that selfish impulse that’s telling him he wants more.
his head pivots up, the rush of warmth to his hand returning him to reality. and then he squeezes his hand back with some shyness. ]
Your place, huh. We could… do something. [ a beat before he corrects himself– ] Not sex, I mean. [ uh. ] Just… hang around. Do what people do.
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Right now, he lets his hand settle in Cloud's.]
Sure. We can do that.
Don't really have much there, but I can at least fix us a drink or something.
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[ he did not mean to turn the rizz on, it kind of just came out like that. ]
Won’t say no to a free drink though.
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That genuinely catches him off guard; he still isn't used to being flustered about this kind of thing, but he does feel heat creeping up onto his face. How the hell did Cloud accidentally get to be smooth for like one second?
Clearing his throat, Daan glances away.]
...Well. Sounds like that will work, then. Wonderful.
[Anyway! Daan will just get their various lingerie and call that a day.]