[ . . . he should probably realize how exactly that sounds.
and how compromising this is, with keith still sat in his lap, and he's still bracing himself for the hug and the kiss and whatever that's going to come after, if he's not willing to say goodbye just yet.
instead, he's just blurting out whatever's in his head, and if they're all bad ideas, if keith finally tells him, stop, this isn't working, what are we even doing? then at least he has all of this warmth to remember him by. but for now, he forces his fingers open still, lifts them to cradle keith's face in his palms. he's still thinking about the boy in his dream, and maybe that's unfair, too, that he doesn't want to go because he made some promise to his imagination. ]
. . . at least until your clothes dry.
We can -- talk. [ yes, very natural, good job. as if he weren't nosing into the bare stretch of keith's throat and trying to catch his breath. ] While I make my rounds.
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[ . . . he should probably realize how exactly that sounds.
and how compromising this is, with keith still sat in his lap, and he's still bracing himself for the hug and the kiss and whatever that's going to come after, if he's not willing to say goodbye just yet.
instead, he's just blurting out whatever's in his head, and if they're all bad ideas, if keith finally tells him, stop, this isn't working, what are we even doing? then at least he has all of this warmth to remember him by. but for now, he forces his fingers open still, lifts them to cradle keith's face in his palms. he's still thinking about the boy in his dream, and maybe that's unfair, too, that he doesn't want to go because he made some promise to his imagination. ]
. . . at least until your clothes dry.
We can -- talk. [ yes, very natural, good job. as if he weren't nosing into the bare stretch of keith's throat and trying to catch his breath. ] While I make my rounds.