[ It's agreed over the hand that he juts out to take Tseng's in his own--a firm handshake, not quite crushing, but not quite relenting that hint of SOLDIER strength, either. Tseng's hands have never been gentle, but he's always marveled about how delicate they can look, outside of their usual gloves; his own hands are forever rough, calloused and sure, but he likes feeling Tseng's fingers gripped within them. One shake, which the painting seems to grouse about--and then another, dragging Tseng in slightly for a half-hug.
His free arm goes around his shoulders, chin hooked over one, and it's a little quick, a little messy, a little crowded thanks to the off-balance rock of his weight to pivot himself forward. But it's honest, and it's warm, and he knows that in the end, it doesn't necessarily matter what he says. He can forgive Tseng wholly, forgive Tseng in his heart of hearts, but Tseng has to learn how to forgive himself, too--and that's something he doesn't get to decide, something he doesn't get to do.
With a playful clap on the back, he moves back again, dropping his hands away. ]
Yeah, no take-backs. But at least try to like, not flood my inbox all at once? Dunno what the limit is on these guys.
[ A cheeky grin, as he lifts his hand to wriggle his watch in indication. ]
Alright, that's the flirting taken care of, right? [ Hands on his hips, he turns to offer a playful glare to the painting. ] Right?!
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[ It's agreed over the hand that he juts out to take Tseng's in his own--a firm handshake, not quite crushing, but not quite relenting that hint of SOLDIER strength, either. Tseng's hands have never been gentle, but he's always marveled about how delicate they can look, outside of their usual gloves; his own hands are forever rough, calloused and sure, but he likes feeling Tseng's fingers gripped within them. One shake, which the painting seems to grouse about--and then another, dragging Tseng in slightly for a half-hug.
His free arm goes around his shoulders, chin hooked over one, and it's a little quick, a little messy, a little crowded thanks to the off-balance rock of his weight to pivot himself forward. But it's honest, and it's warm, and he knows that in the end, it doesn't necessarily matter what he says. He can forgive Tseng wholly, forgive Tseng in his heart of hearts, but Tseng has to learn how to forgive himself, too--and that's something he doesn't get to decide, something he doesn't get to do.
With a playful clap on the back, he moves back again, dropping his hands away. ]
Yeah, no take-backs. But at least try to like, not flood my inbox all at once? Dunno what the limit is on these guys.
[ A cheeky grin, as he lifts his hand to wriggle his watch in indication. ]
Alright, that's the flirting taken care of, right? [ Hands on his hips, he turns to offer a playful glare to the painting. ] Right?!