It is not much... better than nothing. [Concord grumbles, before passing over the handkerchief for Ali to take. He's still sitting in the unicorn's lap, still pressing his weight down against him, still exposed so intimately... Concord pulls his eyes away, digs his fingers into the bridge of his nose. No getting turned on again, not after what they just did! Hormonal teenager sounds all the more correct, thinking like that. He can not prove Ali right.]
Was that... [he starts, then stops, puts his palm over his mouth to lean onto. What is he trying to say? Should he say anything?] ... Nevermind. It does not matter.
[it happened, what good does asking after it do, now? Even if Concord has about a million questions forming one after the other. Prying at the other man seems wrong, like seizing upon someone when they're vulnerable. Not that Ali seems weak, more just self conscious.]
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Date: 2023-01-15 04:22 am (UTC)Was that... [he starts, then stops, puts his palm over his mouth to lean onto. What is he trying to say? Should he say anything?] ... Nevermind. It does not matter.
[it happened, what good does asking after it do, now? Even if Concord has about a million questions forming one after the other. Prying at the other man seems wrong, like seizing upon someone when they're vulnerable. Not that Ali seems weak, more just self conscious.]