Last month, K might have... not argued, but bargained a little more to keep Jesus here, or offered to go along with him. Right now the latter is off the table and they both know that; the former, though, just feels like something he still wants to tread carefully around.
He'd normally kiss the palm closest to his face, but it's Jesus's bad arm, so K pulls the hand he has in his up to brush his lips along his knuckles gently, holds them so close his lips brush skin when he speaks.
"When do you think we might see you here again?" He hasn't let go yet.
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Date: 2022-10-11 11:04 pm (UTC)He'd normally kiss the palm closest to his face, but it's Jesus's bad arm, so K pulls the hand he has in his up to brush his lips along his knuckles gently, holds them so close his lips brush skin when he speaks.
"When do you think we might see you here again?" He hasn't let go yet.