[ Alan hesitates, reading that glance, and then reaches over to guide Baptiste's hands to his other calf. Not just yet. He appreciates this dialogue, though, the silent May I? Here? and the easy acceptance of a redirection.
And with the redirection done, he returns his hand to Baptiste's collarbone. The other lifts to push a hank of blond hair out of Baptiste's face. ]
Sort of. [ He lets out a huff of laughter. ] I'd -- usually be playing at being where you are.
[ It's an awkward confession to make to someone you just met, but what is he supposed to do? When in Rome. ]
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And with the redirection done, he returns his hand to Baptiste's collarbone. The other lifts to push a hank of blond hair out of Baptiste's face. ]
Sort of. [ He lets out a huff of laughter. ] I'd -- usually be playing at being where you are.
[ It's an awkward confession to make to someone you just met, but what is he supposed to do? When in Rome. ]