[ Sure, there's something about this that might be described as strange. Strange in a nice way, but also strange about how they got here. Strange to imagine this happening at all between them, when there was never any opportunity for it to happen before. There was never any hint, and it seemed to come down to one accidental spar to push anything along.
And even then, they were both willing to avoid it.
But if it's strange for Fabian to like being next to him, to like him--that isn't an equation that Gorgug wants to be the outcome. He's looking back at the other, not feeling like some beacon of knowledge just because he hasn't exactly been thinking about his sexuality as deeply as it seems like Fabian's had to as of late, but-- just as another guy, who rather likes the idea of having someone close to him. Of having that someone be Fabian.
That isn't strange. That's...nice. ]
I'd like to stay close, [ he offers, continuing. ] So...we can do that. And whatever else we want. And it doesn't matter who else thinks it's strange.
[ But there's a problem growing inside Gorgug as he says this. As he's looking at Fabian, being supportive, their bodies and their faces this close, that Gorgug can make out every detail. Not just Fabian's expression, but a very normal part of him that-- honestly, it might be noticeable that Gorgug's gaze keeps lowering down to it before looking Fabian back in his eye again. ]
... You have nice lips.
[ And maybe Gorgug's thinking about kissing them again.
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[ Sure, there's something about this that might be described as strange. Strange in a nice way, but also strange about how they got here. Strange to imagine this happening at all between them, when there was never any opportunity for it to happen before. There was never any hint, and it seemed to come down to one accidental spar to push anything along.
And even then, they were both willing to avoid it.
But if it's strange for Fabian to like being next to him, to like him--that isn't an equation that Gorgug wants to be the outcome. He's looking back at the other, not feeling like some beacon of knowledge just because he hasn't exactly been thinking about his sexuality as deeply as it seems like Fabian's had to as of late, but-- just as another guy, who rather likes the idea of having someone close to him. Of having that someone be Fabian.
That isn't strange. That's...nice. ]
I'd like to stay close, [ he offers, continuing. ] So...we can do that. And whatever else we want. And it doesn't matter who else thinks it's strange.
[ But there's a problem growing inside Gorgug as he says this. As he's looking at Fabian, being supportive, their bodies and their faces this close, that Gorgug can make out every detail. Not just Fabian's expression, but a very normal part of him that-- honestly, it might be noticeable that Gorgug's gaze keeps lowering down to it before looking Fabian back in his eye again. ]
... You have nice lips.
[ And maybe Gorgug's thinking about kissing them again.
Sorry. But he's a simple guy. ]