[ They really do make quite the pair, don't they? He hears the sound of that amused noise—like the ghost of a laugh, but he doesn't mind it any. Neither does he seem to react adversely to the feel of the hand that moves a bit more up his back.
Ganymede is realizing once again how far he has come so far, to be able to allow someone this close, to want another to hold him like this at all. To ask for that, and not want to back out of it immediately, making up some kind of excuse of some sort.
In the end, their awkward turtling towards this sort of display is something revolutionary to both of them. And though Ganymede feels there is still quite a road ahead, it doesn't feel like quite an unreasonable distance. ]
...No, I don't think we are.
Maybe we should list our differences and similarities? Put together some kind of chart?
[ A light jest. Truly, they should sit down, as probably defined by normal social conventions...but eh, fuck that. ]
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Ganymede is realizing once again how far he has come so far, to be able to allow someone this close, to want another to hold him like this at all. To ask for that, and not want to back out of it immediately, making up some kind of excuse of some sort.
In the end, their awkward turtling towards this sort of display is something revolutionary to both of them. And though Ganymede feels there is still quite a road ahead, it doesn't feel like quite an unreasonable distance. ]
...No, I don't think we are.
Maybe we should list our differences and similarities? Put together some kind of chart?
[ A light jest. Truly, they should sit down, as probably defined by normal social conventions...but eh, fuck that. ]