[It's everything, to make someone talk to him like this. Warm and sweet and like he belongs in the room, even though they both know damn well he doesn't. Fearless rests his hands on Koby's waist now that he's closer, tips his forehead toward Koby's.]
Ah, yeah, pep-talk's the only thing that's gonna do it for me.
[He could take. He knows he could. But he teases, baits, because he adores this feeling of being wanted. From being wanted despite how much Koby knows he shouldn't.
He knows, he knows, he knows that he's just going to be a fond little memory of some stupid choices in Koby's future, when he's exactly where he wants to be. He knows it would be better not to get Koby off track. But is it so bad to want to be something to someone so good?
He nearly touches his nose to Koby's, a distraction while he pulls Koby closer by the waist. He purrs;]
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Ah, yeah, pep-talk's the only thing that's gonna do it for me.
[He could take. He knows he could. But he teases, baits, because he adores this feeling of being wanted. From being wanted despite how much Koby knows he shouldn't.
He knows, he knows, he knows that he's just going to be a fond little memory of some stupid choices in Koby's future, when he's exactly where he wants to be. He knows it would be better not to get Koby off track. But is it so bad to want to be something to someone so good?
He nearly touches his nose to Koby's, a distraction while he pulls Koby closer by the waist. He purrs;]
I could listen to you talk for hours.