[ He's awkward now, breath a little quick, hands uncertain, the tips of his ears pink. He meets Bastien's eyes, and Maker, he feels like a knock-kneed youth again, all gangly and shy. What does he do now? What do they do now? Write each other poetry? He hadn't planned this far. Alexandrie had had the decency to sail away so he could regain some confidence and take some time to plan.
His awkward, sensitive hand comes up and covers Bastien's. His fingers curl around it. ]
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Date: 2020-10-16 04:56 pm (UTC)[ He's awkward now, breath a little quick, hands uncertain, the tips of his ears pink. He meets Bastien's eyes, and Maker, he feels like a knock-kneed youth again, all gangly and shy. What does he do now? What do they do now? Write each other poetry? He hadn't planned this far. Alexandrie had had the decency to sail away so he could regain some confidence and take some time to plan.
His awkward, sensitive hand comes up and covers Bastien's. His fingers curl around it. ]
We could fuck on my desk.