[ Ganymede definitely leaned into that, didn't he? Michel flexes his fingers a tiny bit, but the memory of the party slows his hand. What had possessed him to say so much then? Or to talk about Aimee even obliquely? Now it will look like he's flirting if he starts stroking Ganymede's hair, even soothingly...
The slow-grinding gears of his thoughts delay his response a moment, and he has to blink a few times to get himself refocused. ]
Yes. ...And you're trying to talk me in circles again.
[ Maybe. Probably. Maybe he'll let him. Maybe he should let him. It's easy to talk to Ganymede, almost. Or, at least, to let this directionless banter cover the fact that he has no idea what he's doing. ]
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The slow-grinding gears of his thoughts delay his response a moment, and he has to blink a few times to get himself refocused. ]
Yes. ...And you're trying to talk me in circles again.
[ Maybe. Probably. Maybe he'll let him. Maybe he should let him. It's easy to talk to Ganymede, almost. Or, at least, to let this directionless banter cover the fact that he has no idea what he's doing. ]