This is cheaper and safer than a stiff drink, in a place we can talk freely.
[ But he draws his hands back a little, and with only one hand sharply pinches the fine skin between two of Julian's fingers. If it feels a little like revenge for even asking, well-- it is.
But he also doesn't risk saying any more. This isn't his Julian, and he's muddled with fate and timelines and this place enough to know when to hold his peace.
Besides, it's not the first time he's lost a lover. Or second. Or third. He was, wearily, terribly, beginning to get used to the feeling.
He doesn't smooth away that pain, though; follows it up with another, a hard press between the elegant bones of both Julian's hands, radiating uncomfortable heat down into his wrists and up into his fingers. Focus. ]
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[ But he draws his hands back a little, and with only one hand sharply pinches the fine skin between two of Julian's fingers. If it feels a little like revenge for even asking, well-- it is.
But he also doesn't risk saying any more. This isn't his Julian, and he's muddled with fate and timelines and this place enough to know when to hold his peace.
Besides, it's not the first time he's lost a lover. Or second. Or third. He was, wearily, terribly, beginning to get used to the feeling.
He doesn't smooth away that pain, though; follows it up with another, a hard press between the elegant bones of both Julian's hands, radiating uncomfortable heat down into his wrists and up into his fingers. Focus. ]
Next question.