[Stop smiling at him with that open, trusting face. That smiley, smile- fuck- Laurent’s lips quirk up a bit, shyly flattered, before okay nope putting a lid on that. He exhales carefully, succeeds more in taking the compliment without turning red, and quickly lobs in a teasing jab. It sounds halfway casual.
He somewhat stiffly reaches out, uncertain, and brushes Diarmuid’s hair once. It's rough, kind of haphazard; Laurent's not going for tender attention here. No homo…?]
… thank you. [OK MOVING ON] What of your second life?
hecked up coding last tag, oops
[Stop smiling at him with that open, trusting face. That smiley, smile- fuck- Laurent’s lips quirk up a bit, shyly flattered, before okay nope putting a lid on that. He exhales carefully, succeeds more in taking the compliment without turning red, and quickly lobs in a teasing jab. It sounds halfway casual.
He somewhat stiffly reaches out, uncertain, and brushes Diarmuid’s hair once. It's rough, kind of haphazard; Laurent's not going for tender attention here. No homo…?]
… thank you. [OK MOVING ON] What of your second life?