[ if that's meant to be an invitation for tenn to down his own glass, he's not taking it, leaving the untouched glass on the counter top. being an idol means that he's still always conscious about standards - they may not be in japan anymore, and ryuu has never let him near alcohol, ever, and his own instincts are telling him that getting drunk at this juncture would be a terrible idea.

so while cain watches him in return, the corner of tenn's lips quirk upward, before he's sliding his own still-full glass over to cain. best not to waste perfectly good alcohol, after all. ]

I can't say I have, honestly. We're not so advanced as to have gone into space just yet, for one.

[ ... and well, that honestly explains quite a bit on how drastically their worlds differ.

he's about to make another snide remark, try and provoke cain further, but then the touch of cain's finger against his jaw is gentle, completely not what he expected, that it's enough for tenn's eyes to widen slightly, caught off guard enough that when can't finger brushes against the line of his jaw, up to the rise of his cheekbone, tenn's breath hitches with a sharp inhale, breaking his carefully choreographed routine of reactions. ]

......

[ it's only after a slight pause that he finally composes himself, lifting one hand to curl his fingers around cain's wrist, moving his hand away and breaking that brief contact. ]

You presume that I would just say yes?