[Of course he has disgust for you, Charlie Ten Thralls. Why that in particular is the sticking point doesn't need to be known, just that it simply is.
But as pretenses crumble away and as they're left with odd twists of almost-affection born from a shared home (and left to sit ignored by the wayside, thank you very much--), the exchange grows easier, in a way. More casual by the moment.
Eyes suddenly on them takes away some of that ease, of course, though he does choose to focus on the moment of lingering silence when Charlie's hands settle on his back. Can he talk with his hands busy? It had been a bit of a barb at the suggestion at initiating casual intimacy, sure, but-- ah, there it is. It's possible, but difficult.
That, too, is a bit more endearing than it should be.
...And a fact filed away for later. Get May to invest in some handcuffs if his endless chattering proves to be troublesome.
Though as Charlie is actually putting effort in, he'll also surely notice that there's a rigidity, a tenseness in Miraj that betrays his clear attempts to allow the interaction to settle into something almost-casual. It would seem his discomfort here reaches further than the simple alcove being not to taste... or he's been carrying it for a while.
We can hope he assumes the latter, of course.]
It's close enough, I'd assume. They don't know I'm your boss at home, after all.
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But as pretenses crumble away and as they're left with odd twists of almost-affection born from a shared home (and left to sit ignored by the wayside, thank you very much--), the exchange grows easier, in a way. More casual by the moment.
Eyes suddenly on them takes away some of that ease, of course, though he does choose to focus on the moment of lingering silence when Charlie's hands settle on his back. Can he talk with his hands busy? It had been a bit of a barb at the suggestion at initiating casual intimacy, sure, but-- ah, there it is. It's possible, but difficult.
That, too, is a bit more endearing than it should be.
...And a fact filed away for later. Get May to invest in some handcuffs if his endless chattering proves to be troublesome.
Though as Charlie is actually putting effort in, he'll also surely notice that there's a rigidity, a tenseness in Miraj that betrays his clear attempts to allow the interaction to settle into something almost-casual. It would seem his discomfort here reaches further than the simple alcove being not to taste... or he's been carrying it for a while.
We can hope he assumes the latter, of course.]
It's close enough, I'd assume. They don't know I'm your boss at home, after all.