[they really are so alike in that. Olivine gives as much as he can, really—there's no attempt made to hold back, since he can only assume it's just as much what Kaveh wants as what he had in his position.
though, as the other man pulls away, eyes bright and lips parted, he also can't help himself from reaching to gently brush his thumb across the lower one. maybe there was something there, maybe he just wanted to—well, he definitely wanted to.]
Wonderful, thank you. [with that said, he offers Kaveh a hand, intending to help him up from the floor. he's absolutely pleased that the blond enjoyed himself despite the odd circumstances.] How about you? Not too sore anywhere, are you?
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though, as the other man pulls away, eyes bright and lips parted, he also can't help himself from reaching to gently brush his thumb across the lower one. maybe there was something there, maybe he just wanted to—well, he definitely wanted to.]
Wonderful, thank you. [with that said, he offers Kaveh a hand, intending to help him up from the floor. he's absolutely pleased that the blond enjoyed himself despite the odd circumstances.] How about you? Not too sore anywhere, are you?