[ There's the start of a small; small, sheepish, around the point of Fabian calling himself team party leader and all his horrid threats. They're not bad--Fabian's got a point, and he would've agreed around then, if not what happens next. A gesture that shouldn't lead to anything, but--
Fabian touches his cheek. Tilts it to put Gorgug's attention on him, and Gorgug does look at him, his eyes on Fabian's one as he tells him the plan, what they're going to do. And he's listening--he is. He's also noting how Fabian's hands are nice to the touch, his skin calloused, but it's not the first time Gorgug's noticed that.
The change is small, subtle. But his eyes do look away, if briefly: down to Fabian's lips, the view of his collarbone peeking out, and Gorgug doesn't need to think hard. His mind remembers their disaster of a spar, and why his mind goes places to see Fabian's skin.
...Fabian's being nice to him, and he has thoughts like that. He wouldn't be standing this close to him if he knew--he wouldn't be offering to give him a ride if he knew.
Gorgug doesn't immediately respond. He closes his eyes, nodding his head in agreement when he can't get the words out first. But, with that done: ] --Sleep, sleep first. That's what I meant. Promise.
[ His eyes open as he speaks, but looking at Fabian the way he's holding him to is a struggle he can't keep up, and Gorgug raises his hands to take Fabian's, gently lowering them while spreading his mouth into as reassuring of a smile as he can muster. ]
Let's go, captain, [ he says, to encourage Fabian to get moving--to not have them linger. He's ready, please, he's ready. He can't keep having Fabian look at him like this. ]
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Fabian touches his cheek. Tilts it to put Gorgug's attention on him, and Gorgug does look at him, his eyes on Fabian's one as he tells him the plan, what they're going to do. And he's listening--he is. He's also noting how Fabian's hands are nice to the touch, his skin calloused, but it's not the first time Gorgug's noticed that.
The change is small, subtle. But his eyes do look away, if briefly: down to Fabian's lips, the view of his collarbone peeking out, and Gorgug doesn't need to think hard. His mind remembers their disaster of a spar, and why his mind goes places to see Fabian's skin.
...Fabian's being nice to him, and he has thoughts like that. He wouldn't be standing this close to him if he knew--he wouldn't be offering to give him a ride if he knew.
Gorgug doesn't immediately respond. He closes his eyes, nodding his head in agreement when he can't get the words out first. But, with that done: ] --Sleep, sleep first. That's what I meant. Promise.
[ His eyes open as he speaks, but looking at Fabian the way he's holding him to is a struggle he can't keep up, and Gorgug raises his hands to take Fabian's, gently lowering them while spreading his mouth into as reassuring of a smile as he can muster. ]
Let's go, captain, [ he says, to encourage Fabian to get moving--to not have them linger. He's ready, please, he's ready. He can't keep having Fabian look at him like this. ]