It’s cute how Alivian flushes — and maybe especially the way he says ‘fuck.’
“And it wasn’t awkward before?”
Hank’s moseying on over to the sinks. Washing his hands because... why not? And because it’s easier than talking. Wiping his hands off on an eerily golden washcloth, embroidered with all sorts of ‘Golden’ this, ‘Peacock’ that.
But then Hank looks up, staring at Alivian’s reflection in the mirror.
“You’ve never... like, at all?”
It’s easy to feel confident in this place — which is a little terrifying, really. It’s powerful: the way the concept of ‘winning’ wraps around him. Consumes him.
But now, as he looks at Alivian, that certainty falters.
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“Suppose you did go and change your tune, huh?”
It’s cute how Alivian flushes — and maybe especially the way he says ‘fuck.’
“And it wasn’t awkward before?”
Hank’s moseying on over to the sinks. Washing his hands because... why not? And because it’s easier than talking. Wiping his hands off on an eerily golden washcloth, embroidered with all sorts of ‘Golden’ this, ‘Peacock’ that.
But then Hank looks up, staring at Alivian’s reflection in the mirror.
“You’ve never... like, at all?”
It’s easy to feel confident in this place — which is a little terrifying, really. It’s powerful: the way the concept of ‘winning’ wraps around him. Consumes him.
But now, as he looks at Alivian, that certainty falters.