[ To have the ball immediately bounced back into his court feels...wrong. It makes it feel like, in trying to do everything right, he's managing to fumble it all instead. It doesn't help either that, even in the soft lighting of the cabana, there's a flush to Yusuke's cheeks that's unmistakable. He's not trying to set expectations; he's not trying to drop hints about anything. It's all just part of the game they're both caught up in playing, and offering things like this—well, it's unavoidable. Besides, he acknowledges, it's better to be him than someone with potentially ulterior motives. ]
Right.
[ He's awkward, more so than he ever is doing things like this with people his own age. It's unbecoming at best, he knows, and anything but enticing at worst. But he shrugs that off with a roll of his shoulders and leans down a little. It doesn't take all that much, really, with the way Yusuke's built like a sapling, willowy and tall. And he offers his cheek, with a turn of his head and tap with a finger.
He's still not sure if he's supposed to be getting photos for proof or if the resort will just somehow know. But taking a photo of this moment doesn't quite feel right. ]
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Right.
[ He's awkward, more so than he ever is doing things like this with people his own age. It's unbecoming at best, he knows, and anything but enticing at worst. But he shrugs that off with a roll of his shoulders and leans down a little. It doesn't take all that much, really, with the way Yusuke's built like a sapling, willowy and tall. And he offers his cheek, with a turn of his head and tap with a finger.
He's still not sure if he's supposed to be getting photos for proof or if the resort will just somehow know. But taking a photo of this moment doesn't quite feel right. ]