[ Matt laughs, faint and surprised--for the hair ruffle, for Tezcatlipoca saying he gets it. Even though Matt just said he means to resist being lulled by easy answers, he can't help warming at the validation.
Better than validation, though--or maybe a different kind of validation--is the way Tezca relaxes against him. Into his arms. Matt hums approval, letting the soap slide gently down Tezcatlipoca's side. Rubbing it over the arch of his hip. At the advice, Matt chuckles, a breathy one that slides into a sigh. ]
Center mass. Gotcha. [ Again, he tries to picture Silco's reaction to being shot. He tries to envision surprise, but all his mind conjures for him is an angry sneer. After everything that's transpired between him and Silco, Matt realizes all he really wants is to shock him, just once.
Anyway. That's neither here nor there. Tezcatlipoca is here: warm, close. Offering what Matt interprets as the best caretaking he can. Matt leans in, smudging a kiss to Tezca's temple. ]
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Better than validation, though--or maybe a different kind of validation--is the way Tezca relaxes against him. Into his arms. Matt hums approval, letting the soap slide gently down Tezcatlipoca's side. Rubbing it over the arch of his hip. At the advice, Matt chuckles, a breathy one that slides into a sigh. ]
Center mass. Gotcha. [ Again, he tries to picture Silco's reaction to being shot. He tries to envision surprise, but all his mind conjures for him is an angry sneer. After everything that's transpired between him and Silco, Matt realizes all he really wants is to shock him, just once.
Anyway. That's neither here nor there. Tezcatlipoca is here: warm, close. Offering what Matt interprets as the best caretaking he can. Matt leans in, smudging a kiss to Tezca's temple. ]
Want me to wash your hair?