with whatsatisfies me, continued from XI log

[friendofdorothy]

Liir had been determined to extract a promise to end his isolation from Gilbert at the time. If he'd kissed him he'd have been rewarding that behavior. He didn't have such a problem anymore. He closed his eyes when Gilbert's lips opened against his and...

...he was small and scared and someone was doing something to him that he wished would stop. That was all he could glean from the conversation and the remembered feelings, besides the non, non, as he spoke little French. Liir is truly disturbed for the first time in a while. Perhaps more than his memories of Bandar.

He comes out of it shaken, does his best to compose himself, which is pretty good. The boy he was metamorphisizes into the young man pressed against him.

"Sorry. It's...been a while."

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[whatsatisfiesme]

Liir does, in fact, look passably composed. This is what draws Gilbert up short when he raises his eyes, because for all that he still doesn't feel it. Unease might as well be coming off of him like heat, and for once its object is so shrouded and internal that Gilbert cannot begin to scry it.

He pulls back so there's most of an arm's length between them, both palms flat against Liir's chest. Now he looks worried.

"As if I mind; I could have guessed that!"

He's wincing despite himself.

"What is it...?"