[And there it is, lost for words again. Trevor's gaze fixes on Adrian's hand, watching his thumb drift over Trevor's dry knuckles (dry, because they're prone to chapping and Sypha's only just introduced him to the concept of moisturizer), painfully aware of how soft Adrian is, how thoughtful and gentle. The difference between them is almost literally night and day, but even after all his obsessing and agonizing over it, Trevor doesn't want this to stop. There's no reason for it to stop, not when for some unfathomable reason, it actually makes the three of them incredibly happy. Mysterious ways, indeed.
Trevor chances meeting Adrian's gaze again -- sharp and golden -- and very nearly loses his nerve. His stomach drops, like staring over the fathoms of a cliff face. What is this terror? He's faced horrific leviathans and undefinable monstrosities, but this? This feels apocalyptic.
Slow, deep breath. Center. He can do this.]
You said... something. And maybe we should define what that means. I wouldn't want to lay all the foundation until Sypha has her say too. But if we can figure out what we are to each other, or what we want to be, maybe that will make the rest of it easier when she gets back.
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[And there it is, lost for words again. Trevor's gaze fixes on Adrian's hand, watching his thumb drift over Trevor's dry knuckles (dry, because they're prone to chapping and Sypha's only just introduced him to the concept of moisturizer), painfully aware of how soft Adrian is, how thoughtful and gentle. The difference between them is almost literally night and day, but even after all his obsessing and agonizing over it, Trevor doesn't want this to stop. There's no reason for it to stop, not when for some unfathomable reason, it actually makes the three of them incredibly happy. Mysterious ways, indeed.
Trevor chances meeting Adrian's gaze again -- sharp and golden -- and very nearly loses his nerve. His stomach drops, like staring over the fathoms of a cliff face. What is this terror? He's faced horrific leviathans and undefinable monstrosities, but this? This feels apocalyptic.
Slow, deep breath. Center. He can do this.]
You said... something. And maybe we should define what that means. I wouldn't want to lay all the foundation until Sypha has her say too. But if we can figure out what we are to each other, or what we want to be, maybe that will make the rest of it easier when she gets back.