[ The air does something. Help, maybe, but it might be fairer to contribute that to the Hangman's speed than solely to the wind whipping at their faces for it. Gorgug doesn't have to think, he doesn't, and he uses the noise of the ride to cancel out his brain from focusing on anything--on thinking about Fabian in front of him, the idea of slipping his hands lower down his waist.
(He doesn't think about it. He doesn't feel it, the need, to do it.)
It goes on long enough--that and the sound of Fabian's words that he half-heartedly listens to, gives short responses to--and he's feeling something in control of himself by the time that the vehicle comes to a stop. The apartments are a sight of relief, and he gets off with a hand brushing over his face and hair; but he does manage to acknowledge the Hangman, joining in Fabian's praises with a ] Thanks, Hangman.
[ You know, nice and simple. He's looking back at the apartments again, the one that houses their flat, but looks at Fabian when he asks his question. ]
I'm okay. [ He must seem that pathetic right now, huh. But Gorgug works a smile to reassure Fabian on his face, and he starts towards the building to show that he's not that out of it. ] I'll go straight to bed when we get in. [ A beat. ] ...how about you?
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(He doesn't think about it. He doesn't feel it, the need, to do it.)
It goes on long enough--that and the sound of Fabian's words that he half-heartedly listens to, gives short responses to--and he's feeling something in control of himself by the time that the vehicle comes to a stop. The apartments are a sight of relief, and he gets off with a hand brushing over his face and hair; but he does manage to acknowledge the Hangman, joining in Fabian's praises with a ] Thanks, Hangman.
[ You know, nice and simple. He's looking back at the apartments again, the one that houses their flat, but looks at Fabian when he asks his question. ]
I'm okay. [ He must seem that pathetic right now, huh. But Gorgug works a smile to reassure Fabian on his face, and he starts towards the building to show that he's not that out of it. ] I'll go straight to bed when we get in. [ A beat. ] ...how about you?