[He notes the pause, but it's only when she speaks that he figures out why.
Oh. He thought she was going to say sitting at his desk working.
It's true that she became the only person he trusted to see his skin, knowing she would never cross his boundaries to touch him. It's also true that it took him years, until quite recently, to figure out what he felt for her was not mere friendship. He'd thought nothing of taking off his shirt and gloves because he hadn't thought it'd mean anything to either of them. What it did mean exactly now...
He isn't going to be able to figure it all out tonight.
His eyes go again to his gloves that he's purposely not put on again yet. As what, a symbol? A test? He recalls the last thing she said to him in person and his fingers curl inwards, tapping lightly against the wood.]
Good ear. [There's a thoughtful musing to his normal raspy tone.] No, it was just my face. Refreshing myself a little.
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Oh. He thought she was going to say sitting at his desk working.
It's true that she became the only person he trusted to see his skin, knowing she would never cross his boundaries to touch him. It's also true that it took him years, until quite recently, to figure out what he felt for her was not mere friendship. He'd thought nothing of taking off his shirt and gloves because he hadn't thought it'd mean anything to either of them. What it did mean exactly now...
He isn't going to be able to figure it all out tonight.
His eyes go again to his gloves that he's purposely not put on again yet. As what, a symbol? A test? He recalls the last thing she said to him in person and his fingers curl inwards, tapping lightly against the wood.]
Good ear. [There's a thoughtful musing to his normal raspy tone.] No, it was just my face. Refreshing myself a little.