[ Despite all his indignation and bluster, the words soften him up so easily. He's pined for any kind of affection for so long, and that of MArc especially, it's hard to keep up his irritable demeanor when he's right there, smiling. ]
You're lucky you're handsome. [ He says in a way that's probably supposed to sound petulant or demeaning but instead just sounds a little wistful.
When the moment of him not so subtly watching MArc passes, he seems a little more at peace. Whatever that means. ]
Yeah, [ It's sheepish but pleased, there's no hiding the way satisfaction twists his tone into something a little too intimate, never good at keeping his emotions under wraps. ] Least we don't have to fight over the blanket, right?
We look the same... [But his expression softens a little bit at Steven.]
I guess you got a point there. C'mon. Let's go get into bed, alright?
[And Marc is-- stepping back again, letting Steven have the body back to fix his sand and tape, to cuff them back into bed like usual. He wouldn't want to interrupt his nightly routines.]
[ They did, logically he knew that, but even in the beginning when he'd been irritated with-- and afraid of-- Marc, he'd thought him handsome. It was just much easier to ignore when the man scared the life out of him. Now that he'd softened up? Hardly a problem.
He nods, and as soon as he's in control he yawns like he's going to melt. Sliding away from the mirror he shoots a quick little smile at it, if Marc can see or not before he does as mentioned;
Carefully taping the door with blue painter's tape, checking all of the locks once, twice, pushing the rug into the proper spot, scooping up the sand and respreading it into a smooth half-circle. climbing into the bed and with a nervous flutter beginning to strap his ankle in. He's a little looser with it now, there was padding in the cuff but he had woke with his foot asleep the other morning. Still, not loose enough for him to slip through.
Flopping back he's like a cat, stretching out with a shudder and a yawn, getting comfortable. ] Thank you Marc.
[He hasn't-- done anything. Not really. He might have done things he really shouldn't done, confessed things that will make Steven keep his strange infatuation with him when he could actually go out and find someone so much better, or-- reconnect with Layla.
He's pretty sure things are done with them, but that doesn't mean she and Steven can't have something -- much as it frustrates him to think about.]
[ Pauses, a little surprised before he chuckled. ] For taking care of us. [ A little roll of his eyes, before he sinks back into the bed a little more, eyes falling mostly closed.
He's struck again by the desire for a mirror, wanting to see Marc curled up like he could pretend he wasn't sleeping alone. It's embarrassing, but he's too tired to care about it. ] Like you always do. [ His eyes flutter closed and it seems like he's hanging on by a thread. If that. ]
G'night, Handsome.
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You're lucky you're handsome. [ He says in a way that's probably supposed to sound petulant or demeaning but instead just sounds a little wistful.
When the moment of him not so subtly watching MArc passes, he seems a little more at peace. Whatever that means. ]
Yeah, [ It's sheepish but pleased, there's no hiding the way satisfaction twists his tone into something a little too intimate, never good at keeping his emotions under wraps. ] Least we don't have to fight over the blanket, right?
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I guess you got a point there. C'mon. Let's go get into bed, alright?
[And Marc is-- stepping back again, letting Steven have the body back to fix his sand and tape, to cuff them back into bed like usual. He wouldn't want to interrupt his nightly routines.]
I don't know about you, but I'm beat.
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He nods, and as soon as he's in control he yawns like he's going to melt. Sliding away from the mirror he shoots a quick little smile at it, if Marc can see or not before he does as mentioned;
Carefully taping the door with blue painter's tape, checking all of the locks once, twice, pushing the rug into the proper spot, scooping up the sand and respreading it into a smooth half-circle. climbing into the bed and with a nervous flutter beginning to strap his ankle in. He's a little looser with it now, there was padding in the cuff but he had woke with his foot asleep the other morning. Still, not loose enough for him to slip through.
Flopping back he's like a cat, stretching out with a shudder and a yawn, getting comfortable. ] Thank you Marc.
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[He hasn't-- done anything. Not really. He might have done things he really shouldn't done, confessed things that will make Steven keep his strange infatuation with him when he could actually go out and find someone so much better, or-- reconnect with Layla.
He's pretty sure things are done with them, but that doesn't mean she and Steven can't have something -- much as it frustrates him to think about.]
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He's struck again by the desire for a mirror, wanting to see Marc curled up like he could pretend he wasn't sleeping alone. It's embarrassing, but he's too tired to care about it. ] Like you always do. [ His eyes flutter closed and it seems like he's hanging on by a thread. If that. ]
G'night, Handsome.
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Yeah, yeah. Good night, baby.
[It's a little teasing, a harmless little jab if Steven's going to tease him with pet names.]