Kaz is glad that Max moves to get his guitar to give him time to ruminate on the question. He’s far out of his depth right now. It’s not that he feels beholden to societal norms he’s never bothered to embrace, but more that he doesn’t know what would be the best answer for them. He can’t plot and plan ten steps ahead right now to ensure his dynamic with Max remains smooth, and that’s difficult for Kaz as a man who likes to always be ahead of every game. What did being together mean? What should it look like? Those were probably questions and conversations they should have together to ensure they were on the same page. What it means to one person might not match up with the other.
He stops overthinking everything, twisting and turning the puzzle around and around to have it make sense, when Max starts playing. Kaz isn’t very musically knowledgeable, but even he knows Elton John and the song being played. He leans against the wall, cane quietly resting at his side, not wanting to interrupt and break the spell as the other man plays. His heart does a funny flop at it, the nerves in his stomach fluttering again. He’s put up so many hard lines and walls over the years that nobody, not even those dearest to him, usually try to make overt emotional gestures. Certainly nobody’s ever serenaded him before now. His face feels a little hot from it, some redness rising up from his collar. Reaching up a free hand he scratches at it.
The broad lines of Max’s shoulders ripple as he plays, and Kaz thinks he can see emotions on Max’s face as the man gets into the song and lyrics. He lets silence spread for a few moments after the song ends before he says quietly, “You’re really talented. I think that would make Sir Elton John proud. Thank you. For sharing that with me.” He has two books that he plucks off Max’s shelf to look at later, because he’s just that large a book nerd, but he just sets them on the coffee table and perches on the sofa’s armrest. Feet on the floor, his cane he sets between his legs, rolling the head of it between his fingers to keep them busy.
Another pause as he tries to figure out how best to approach answering Max’s question. “As I said, I’m not seeing anybody else. I’m open to exploring what there is between us, now that things are laid on the table. With that said… it’s all new. If you are seeing someone else, or want the option, it doesn’t have to be exclusive right now. What it means to be together, what that looks like… I suppose there’s no set in stone answer that applies to everyone, is there? It might be something we figure out as we go, but if there’s anything you want or need, if there are elements that are non-negotiables for you, we should probably talk about that. Right?” That made practical sense to Kaz, even if he knew not all of this could be practical.
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He stops overthinking everything, twisting and turning the puzzle around and around to have it make sense, when Max starts playing. Kaz isn’t very musically knowledgeable, but even he knows Elton John and the song being played. He leans against the wall, cane quietly resting at his side, not wanting to interrupt and break the spell as the other man plays. His heart does a funny flop at it, the nerves in his stomach fluttering again. He’s put up so many hard lines and walls over the years that nobody, not even those dearest to him, usually try to make overt emotional gestures. Certainly nobody’s ever serenaded him before now. His face feels a little hot from it, some redness rising up from his collar. Reaching up a free hand he scratches at it.
The broad lines of Max’s shoulders ripple as he plays, and Kaz thinks he can see emotions on Max’s face as the man gets into the song and lyrics. He lets silence spread for a few moments after the song ends before he says quietly, “You’re really talented. I think that would make Sir Elton John proud. Thank you. For sharing that with me.” He has two books that he plucks off Max’s shelf to look at later, because he’s just that large a book nerd, but he just sets them on the coffee table and perches on the sofa’s armrest. Feet on the floor, his cane he sets between his legs, rolling the head of it between his fingers to keep them busy.
Another pause as he tries to figure out how best to approach answering Max’s question. “As I said, I’m not seeing anybody else. I’m open to exploring what there is between us, now that things are laid on the table. With that said… it’s all new. If you are seeing someone else, or want the option, it doesn’t have to be exclusive right now. What it means to be together, what that looks like… I suppose there’s no set in stone answer that applies to everyone, is there? It might be something we figure out as we go, but if there’s anything you want or need, if there are elements that are non-negotiables for you, we should probably talk about that. Right?” That made practical sense to Kaz, even if he knew not all of this could be practical.