[ Verso's right, of course, and Gustave chuckles as he nods, leaning his head slightly into those kisses as they climb languidly up his neck to his ear. ]
I won't tell them anything they could use to make it worse. I'm sure they'll find out on their own, but they don't need to go looking for ways to make it explode.
[ This is nice, in the same way it was nice to work with Sophie on Aquafarm 3, in the same way it was nice when Maelle would come to hang out with him in his workshop, perched on the edge of a nearby bench and watching as he fiddled with some broken piece of equipment or other. It's nice to have company, and it's nice for that company to be someone he adores. Every rumbled word from Verso, every squeeze of his arms, every question and response that proves he's listening attentively, quietly gladdens his heart, glows warm and happy in his chest. He has no illusions about how interesting this is to most people, but it's interesting to him, and it's clear Verso recognizes that.
Even as he captures Gustave's hand in one of his and starts toying with the waist of his pants with the other. Gustave half-turns his head as Verso lifts his hand over his shoulder to press his lips to those oil- and ink-stained fingers, and his eyes are warm even as his words are a little scolding. ]
I have plenty to work with, and I have my own tools. I'll be fine.
But I do have a lot of work to do.
[ Laughing, as he runs his left hand over Verso's forearm to gently clasp metal fingers around his wrist and lightly tug it away from his pants. ]
Which I won't be able to get done if you keep distracting me.
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Date: 2025-06-17 09:20 pm (UTC)I won't tell them anything they could use to make it worse. I'm sure they'll find out on their own, but they don't need to go looking for ways to make it explode.
[ This is nice, in the same way it was nice to work with Sophie on Aquafarm 3, in the same way it was nice when Maelle would come to hang out with him in his workshop, perched on the edge of a nearby bench and watching as he fiddled with some broken piece of equipment or other. It's nice to have company, and it's nice for that company to be someone he adores. Every rumbled word from Verso, every squeeze of his arms, every question and response that proves he's listening attentively, quietly gladdens his heart, glows warm and happy in his chest. He has no illusions about how interesting this is to most people, but it's interesting to him, and it's clear Verso recognizes that.
Even as he captures Gustave's hand in one of his and starts toying with the waist of his pants with the other. Gustave half-turns his head as Verso lifts his hand over his shoulder to press his lips to those oil- and ink-stained fingers, and his eyes are warm even as his words are a little scolding. ]
I have plenty to work with, and I have my own tools. I'll be fine.
But I do have a lot of work to do.
[ Laughing, as he runs his left hand over Verso's forearm to gently clasp metal fingers around his wrist and lightly tug it away from his pants. ]
Which I won't be able to get done if you keep distracting me.