[ He's there, as expected, looking a little bit like a crumpled shirt. Hair ruffled, gaze tired but fond. Hands carefully tucked in front of him. He's better about being out of control now, than he was before, at the very least-- but a part of it is always going to feel a little suffocated. Maybe Marc had gotten used to it, considering he'd done it so much longer, but Steven didn't find it comfortable unless he was tired.
Being worn out made it so much easier for him to just kind of float in the aimlessness it offered. Trusting he won't be trapped also helps. ]
Yeah. [ A little quieter now, less energy slipping into his words, but there was still a fondness to it. ] Can you wash that mess of gel out, too? [ A little teasing is pretty much irresistible at this point. ]
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Being worn out made it so much easier for him to just kind of float in the aimlessness it offered. Trusting he won't be trapped also helps. ]
Yeah. [ A little quieter now, less energy slipping into his words, but there was still a fondness to it. ] Can you wash that mess of gel out, too? [ A little teasing is pretty much irresistible at this point. ]