I agree. [ Sorey admits, and finally allows himself the tiniest of (still sheepish) smiles, only briefly before it passes. ]
So... isn’t there a better way? [ Clearly he has no idea which ways those are, but still he grasps at metaphorical straws anyway. ] A way that’s good for both of us?
[ A good bit of silence ensues as Sorey looks thoughtful -- and one can tell exactly the kinds of thoughts he’s having and how deep in them he is by the darkening of his cheeks. (Seriously, it’s almost like a visible, readable gauge.) ]
We could always, um... [ Trailing off, he clears his throat. ] ...we could, well... you know.
[ No, Sorey, he doesn’t know, he has to remind himself, and try again. Deep breath, and--]
Wecouldtoucheachotherhowweliketobetouched--!
[ All pushed out in a rush and with eyes averted, naturally. Not only that, but Sorey seems to catch his breath after, as though he’d been holding it the entire time. ]
...N-not! That I, um... [ That sentence quickly dissolves into indiscernible nervous noises. A beat after, and the brunette seems to visibly deflate some. ]
Sorry, Mikleo. [ Breathe. In and out; in and out. ] I guess it's time for me to admit that I really don't know what I'm doing here.
[ And rather than chastise himself for that shortcoming, instead he seems forgiving. He even cracks the tiniest hint of a smile yet again, and squeezes the hand he still holds. ]
But I know that I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. [ A beat. ] ...Or better, even. So whatever will make you feel good, that's what I want to do.
[ And another, after which their eyes meet again. ]
i don't have a blushy enough icon for this lmao
So... isn’t there a better way? [ Clearly he has no idea which ways those are, but still he grasps at metaphorical straws anyway. ] A way that’s good for both of us?
[ A good bit of silence ensues as Sorey looks thoughtful -- and one can tell exactly the kinds of thoughts he’s having and how deep in them he is by the darkening of his cheeks. (Seriously, it’s almost like a visible, readable gauge.) ]
We could always, um... [ Trailing off, he clears his throat. ] ...we could, well... you know.
[ No, Sorey, he doesn’t know, he has to remind himself, and try again. Deep breath, and--]
Wecouldtoucheachotherhowweliketobetouched--!
[ All pushed out in a rush and with eyes averted, naturally. Not only that, but Sorey seems to catch his breath after, as though he’d been holding it the entire time. ]
...N-not! That I, um... [ That sentence quickly dissolves into indiscernible nervous noises. A beat after, and the brunette seems to visibly deflate some. ]
Sorry, Mikleo. [ Breathe. In and out; in and out. ] I guess it's time for me to admit that I really don't know what I'm doing here.
[ And rather than chastise himself for that shortcoming, instead he seems forgiving. He even cracks the tiniest hint of a smile yet again, and squeezes the hand he still holds. ]
But I know that I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. [ A beat. ] ...Or better, even. So whatever will make you feel good, that's what I want to do.
[ And another, after which their eyes meet again. ]
...That's the way you feel, too, isn't it?