[ He's not wholly sure trust really is the right word, not when he'd spent so much of the day unsure the night before had really happened, even with the proof of those bruises littering his skin.
Speaking of whichโ ]
Heyโ hey hey heyโ
[ A laugh in his voice as he turns his head towards the other man without twisting his body to follow. His hands squeeze Verso's arms when the man goes nuzzling down the side of his neck, mouthing kisses over the marks he'd left less than twenty-four hours before. ]
Stop that. Do you have any idea how much trouble you caused me with those?
[ The scolding lacks any kind of bite, though; his voice is warm and low and affectionate. He's not sure he can blame Verso for the impulse, not when he himself still needs proof after proof after proof that this is real, that they're finally together. ]
Where exactly am I supposed to say I got them from?
[ The only other person they know for sure is here on the continent is that white-haired man... Renoir. And he seriously doubts he'd come out of a meeting with him with any kinds of marks other than the lethal sort.
But he doesn't stop Verso, and he doesn't pull away. He leans back against him, relaxed now that the first coiling tension of surprise and disbelief is fading. His voice lowers as his hands soften, running over Verso's arms in a gentle caress. ]
I missed you, too.
[ The rest... Verso came tonight, as promised. He'll simply have to take each day, one at a time, until he can truly believe that Verso means the rest of it, too. ]
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Speaking of whichโ ]
Heyโ hey hey heyโ
[ A laugh in his voice as he turns his head towards the other man without twisting his body to follow. His hands squeeze Verso's arms when the man goes nuzzling down the side of his neck, mouthing kisses over the marks he'd left less than twenty-four hours before. ]
Stop that. Do you have any idea how much trouble you caused me with those?
[ The scolding lacks any kind of bite, though; his voice is warm and low and affectionate. He's not sure he can blame Verso for the impulse, not when he himself still needs proof after proof after proof that this is real, that they're finally together. ]
Where exactly am I supposed to say I got them from?
[ The only other person they know for sure is here on the continent is that white-haired man... Renoir. And he seriously doubts he'd come out of a meeting with him with any kinds of marks other than the lethal sort.
But he doesn't stop Verso, and he doesn't pull away. He leans back against him, relaxed now that the first coiling tension of surprise and disbelief is fading. His voice lowers as his hands soften, running over Verso's arms in a gentle caress. ]
I missed you, too.
[ The rest... Verso came tonight, as promised. He'll simply have to take each day, one at a time, until he can truly believe that Verso means the rest of it, too. ]