[ Taking Liem anywhere to eat was out of the question, as both of them had unique diets ( or lack thereof ) and took to dining in privacy, not in the street. Perhaps the most he would have done was an awkward, expeditious walk back to Liem's place to drop him off and provide him with what he needed. Before leaving, again.
Dates are not exactly his strong suit, he thinks. Even his wife had been swept up into sharing a hobby with him when he'd thought to take her out to enjoy something in tandem, though he had brought her flowers. Had listened to her faithfully, whenever she spoke. Like he tries to listen to others, his skill stunted and desiccated with age and a lack of practice.
The crowd is beginning to thin, the divide they have caused by standing dead-center, ruthlessly wrapped up in one another begins to abate. He steps in, closer to Liem. This time, he brings the other man's hands close to him, to set them upon his waist and press them there as if to pin them in place. As he leans down and sweeps his now-freed hands to gather Liem's face between them. ]
There is no special occasion, I just want to share something with you. I think you will like it.
[ A murmur, as his hair tumbles loose over Liem's face, drapes over his shoulders. ]
You see. I found it abandoned, and I made it mine.
[ A dangerous set of words. Particular and distressingly low-spoken, as he dips his face close to Liem's and presses his mouth against his. ]
no subject
[ Taking Liem anywhere to eat was out of the question, as both of them had unique diets ( or lack thereof ) and took to dining in privacy, not in the street. Perhaps the most he would have done was an awkward, expeditious walk back to Liem's place to drop him off and provide him with what he needed. Before leaving, again.
Dates are not exactly his strong suit, he thinks. Even his wife had been swept up into sharing a hobby with him when he'd thought to take her out to enjoy something in tandem, though he had brought her flowers. Had listened to her faithfully, whenever she spoke. Like he tries to listen to others, his skill stunted and desiccated with age and a lack of practice.
The crowd is beginning to thin, the divide they have caused by standing dead-center, ruthlessly wrapped up in one another begins to abate. He steps in, closer to Liem. This time, he brings the other man's hands close to him, to set them upon his waist and press them there as if to pin them in place. As he leans down and sweeps his now-freed hands to gather Liem's face between them. ]
There is no special occasion, I just want to share something with you. I think you will like it.
[ A murmur, as his hair tumbles loose over Liem's face, drapes over his shoulders. ]
You see. I found it abandoned, and I made it mine.
[ A dangerous set of words. Particular and distressingly low-spoken, as he dips his face close to Liem's and presses his mouth against his. ]