[While Concord's expression could remain unyielding, as if none of the tension was effecting him at all, what he couldn't help was the reddening of his face. Ali reaches for him neck and his skin prickles under the touch, rushing hot beneath his eyes and across his nose. Cute, maybe, contrasted overtop his stoic look. Ali's fingers travel over hickies hidden by his mane of hair. Hair he really wouldn't mind being tugged on, about now...]
That is... amicable. To me.
[He clears his throat with a grumble. Not taking the bait just yet. He's good at containing himself, or at least, always had been. Ali broke first, he reminds himself. It's good, that way. He likes it that way.]
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That is... amicable. To me.
[He clears his throat with a grumble. Not taking the bait just yet. He's good at containing himself, or at least, always had been. Ali broke first, he reminds himself. It's good, that way. He likes it that way.]
And what more are you thinking of, Ali?