[fingers tighten and Olivine's breath hitches, his attention turned upward. The thanks feels so unneeded, because he just... he's always seen Basch this way, so isn't it natural? He doesn't say anything about it, though.]
You're welcome... and thank you, too.
[muscles flexing, Olivine turns himself to really look at Basch, examining his face and reaching his free hand upward, to brush his fingers over coarse facial hair. It's only now that he really realises how worried he was the other wouldn't come back.]
I know I promised to explain about myself... do you mind waiting until after we eat? I... for now, I just want to spend some time with you.
As long as you still want to, that is.
[He doesn't think otherwise, but the offer feels almost routine to give. As if they hadn't been utterly intimate not days ago, as if they weren't practically trying to melt into each other with each hold.]
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Date: 2024-05-30 02:38 pm (UTC)You're welcome... and thank you, too.
[muscles flexing, Olivine turns himself to really look at Basch, examining his face and reaching his free hand upward, to brush his fingers over coarse facial hair. It's only now that he really realises how worried he was the other wouldn't come back.]
I know I promised to explain about myself... do you mind waiting until after we eat? I... for now, I just want to spend some time with you.
As long as you still want to, that is.
[He doesn't think otherwise, but the offer feels almost routine to give. As if they hadn't been utterly intimate not days ago, as if they weren't practically trying to melt into each other with each hold.]