[All right... All right, that's fair enough. Trevor won't argue it when Adrian's looking so incredibly content, though he has his doubts that it will actually come up tomorrow. At least he tried, and trying to sabotage a perfect night is about all a man can do.
Except for petting. He can pet now that Adrian's tucked so tidily against him, and his hand wanders carefully so as not to disturb anything vital on the dhampir's suit. Idle fingertips drift over Adrian's hair, his forehead, down his jaw, along the side of his throat; anywhere they can feasibly stroke without upsetting a bead or accessory.]
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Except for petting. He can pet now that Adrian's tucked so tidily against him, and his hand wanders carefully so as not to disturb anything vital on the dhampir's suit. Idle fingertips drift over Adrian's hair, his forehead, down his jaw, along the side of his throat; anywhere they can feasibly stroke without upsetting a bead or accessory.]
Thank you for coming with me tonight.