[One of the miracles to Oren is the contagion in his smiles. They're a plague that sweeps through him and dregs up relief and comfort. Space expands, the air feels lighter and those words mean everything. For once, he feels genuine. For once, he rings true.
It's exactly what he needed to hear.
He returns the smile in tenfold, a breathy laugh breaking through. He ducks his head, bites his lip. Resist the urge to thread their fingers together.]
Even if I asked politely?
[He laughs again, holding up a hand and shaking his head. Joking, joking. Biting back his smile, he raises his head.] Thank you.
[Oren is an anchor and the chaotic tide. He's a sandstorm and a shelter. For too long, Mattias has only remembered one of the two. He's happy. Elated and trying to keep calm, ignoring how his heart swells and his lungs flood. He could kiss him now, in this moment. A peck to the cheek. But he resists, watching their joined hands fondly.]
I haven't slept with anyone, you know. [He glances up with a wry grin.] When you called me drunk? I haven't slept with anyone since I left the ship.
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Date: 2015-05-08 05:40 am (UTC)It's exactly what he needed to hear.
He returns the smile in tenfold, a breathy laugh breaking through. He ducks his head, bites his lip. Resist the urge to thread their fingers together.]
Even if I asked politely?
[He laughs again, holding up a hand and shaking his head. Joking, joking. Biting back his smile, he raises his head.] Thank you.
[Oren is an anchor and the chaotic tide. He's a sandstorm and a shelter. For too long, Mattias has only remembered one of the two. He's happy. Elated and trying to keep calm, ignoring how his heart swells and his lungs flood. He could kiss him now, in this moment. A peck to the cheek. But he resists, watching their joined hands fondly.]
I haven't slept with anyone, you know. [He glances up with a wry grin.] When you called me drunk? I haven't slept with anyone since I left the ship.