He's paying attention this time, so of course he sees that Jesus's lips don't actually move - but yes, clear as day and in a tone he would ascribe to the man beside him if he heard it across a room, he hears the question.
Surprised, and cautious, and even a bit disbelieving, he nods.
He laughs, partially overwhelmed and partially because Jesus's instant spark of eagerness catches on his own sense of immediate curiosity about anything new.
"Most of them, I think," he answers aloud, his own thoughts either clearly formed or a gentle, steady flow of impressions with a spark of passive emotion here and there like embers in the dark.
Which means you can hear me too? Happy, and confused, and willing.
It scares him a little. With K, somehow, the great is almost an anticipation though, the fear before the drop out of a plane when you have a parachute.
It's a kind of anticipation that K doesn't know what to do with, that he's more cautious of - there's real fear in him for the consequences of others knowing his thoughts - but he allows himself to be swept along in it, glancing over his shoulder.
It startles K too, but in the best way; his smile is instant, though he reins it in when he sees the followup, when it resonates with what he gets off the man beside him via... whatever this is.
Concern, then, the reason he hesitates but he does nod.
He recognizes them of course, and the bits of memory tangled in with them that show up in flashes that wouldn't make a full picture except K was there.
He's... touched that it meant that much to Jesus. That he does. It's a new feeling for him and he sinks into it, sinks into the kiss, soaking it up while he has it.
There is, after all, no telling how long they'll last.
His thoughts are images again: K's smile when they first wake in the morning, the way he concentrates when photographing a leaf in the snow, the taste of tobacco on his lips. There's just a vague sense of happiness and warmth, and he breaks the kiss with a self conscious chuckle.
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Surprised, and cautious, and even a bit disbelieving, he nods.
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looks good under the lights
Never send anything like it
Never would have seen back home
Every thought?
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"Most of them, I think," he answers aloud, his own thoughts either clearly formed or a gentle, steady flow of impressions with a spark of passive emotion here and there like embers in the dark.
Which means you can hear me too? Happy, and confused, and willing.
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"Are you off work?"
Vrenille will let me take him home
Don't want strangers thoughts
Should get to safe ground
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"I am," he agrees and -
Yours?
Nights left?
Still want me?
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And the intensity of that thought scares him, makes him swallow and regroup mentally. He has only one free night left but that's never stopped him.
"Want to come home with me? Or did you have plans?"
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Concern, then, the reason he hesitates but he does nod.
No plans. "I'm good when you are, if it's okay."
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Don't ever think I don't want you.
Words K told him once, words that have lasted.
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He's... touched that it meant that much to Jesus. That he does. It's a new feeling for him and he sinks into it, sinks into the kiss, soaking it up while he has it.
There is, after all, no telling how long they'll last.
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it scares me how safe I feel with you.