Certainly foolish. But they do keep Gilbert there, somehow. He doesn't bristle against the suggestion of restraint, doesn't move to pull away further. He watches Liir's eyes coolly, scrutinizing for a long moment, and then leans back up against his chest.
"Well, then. Ça marche."
And he sounds more relieved than anything, as he goes onto his tiptoes, tracing feather-light kisses along the curve of Liir's neck, while he waits for him to regroup.
There are no memory-flashes this time. At least not yet.
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Date: 2015-05-12 02:58 pm (UTC)"Well, then. Ça marche."
And he sounds more relieved than anything, as he goes onto his tiptoes, tracing feather-light kisses along the curve of Liir's neck, while he waits for him to regroup.
There are no memory-flashes this time. At least not yet.