[ A little rushed and a little hushed, but with finality. He moves his hair-fixing hand to Byerly’s face, fingers on his cheekbone, and taps yes there too for emphasis. He knows fear when he sees it. He doesn’t want to be the cause.
And he doesn’t know exactly what he’s saying yes to. Continuing as they were, but as they were was a few sessions of necking scattered across months and one morning of lazy, mostly-clothed sex. This is already different.
no subject
Yes.
[ A little rushed and a little hushed, but with finality. He moves his hair-fixing hand to Byerly’s face, fingers on his cheekbone, and taps yes there too for emphasis. He knows fear when he sees it. He doesn’t want to be the cause.
And he doesn’t know exactly what he’s saying yes to. Continuing as they were, but as they were was a few sessions of necking scattered across months and one morning of lazy, mostly-clothed sex. This is already different.
Still: yes. ]