[Fearless's cool facade makes way for the dumbest, most vacant grin.]
Four hours?
[He asks, dopey and love-drunk, stepping back in perfect mirror to Koby's lead, putty in his friend's hands. It'd be a terribly easy thing to take advantage of, Fearless's willingness to do whatever Koby asks in this moment. Things could very well go wrong— hell, Fearless wouldn't have room to even blame Koby if he just decided to turn him in after one of these little stunts. But it hasn't happened yet, and well, wouldn't it be worth the risk anyway?]
I can work with four hours.
[He runs his fingertips around Koby's waistband first, taking his time, just analyzing, before he tugs the tails of Koby's shirt free, too, once again mirroring Koby's touch. He lets go, then, by experience; it's around this many steps before he starts getting close to the bunk and well— four hours is a good chunk of time, but not enough time to justify beefing it and knocking his head against space grade aluminum. So he keeps an arm behind him, catching against the mattress, and then sits when he's sure, dragging his other hand down Koby's arm. It's a leading gesture, an attempt to drag Koby into his lap.]
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Four hours?
[He asks, dopey and love-drunk, stepping back in perfect mirror to Koby's lead, putty in his friend's hands. It'd be a terribly easy thing to take advantage of, Fearless's willingness to do whatever Koby asks in this moment. Things could very well go wrong— hell, Fearless wouldn't have room to even blame Koby if he just decided to turn him in after one of these little stunts. But it hasn't happened yet, and well, wouldn't it be worth the risk anyway?]
I can work with four hours.
[He runs his fingertips around Koby's waistband first, taking his time, just analyzing, before he tugs the tails of Koby's shirt free, too, once again mirroring Koby's touch. He lets go, then, by experience; it's around this many steps before he starts getting close to the bunk and well— four hours is a good chunk of time, but not enough time to justify beefing it and knocking his head against space grade aluminum. So he keeps an arm behind him, catching against the mattress, and then sits when he's sure, dragging his other hand down Koby's arm. It's a leading gesture, an attempt to drag Koby into his lap.]