[Silco was expecting to wait Richard out here in the bath, the conversation and the cooler air encouraging his lover to return to him. This was Richard's idea in the first place, and he had only allowed himself to do this because he thought it would make his lover happy.
He nodded his head slowly at the affirmation. There were very few people that he would drop everything for and Richard happened to be one of them. What they had, what they shared and especially Richard himself had become important to him, something worth personal attention especially when the need arose. And in turn, he found his own needs to be met.
He watched the younger man return, his hand lifting from the bath water to stroke his fingers lightly down Richard's back.] My distraction. [He would have gone on, waxed monologues of how Richard wasn't such a simple singular word, but the younger man took that moment to drop a bombshell on him.
He froze in the bath, his fingers jerking where they stroked Richard's skin, and it took every ounce of self-control to not rise from the bath. Tension stiffened his entire body and his eyes were fixed and staring as unpleasant thoughts rolled through him, fear and panic clawing its way up his throat.
Jinx leaving him? No, no, no that couldn't be right. He had made it clear she was to stay with him, that he needed her always. Certainly she had made overtures before, all of them he squished as soon as he became aware of them. She couldn't leave. She was his daughter, his last perfection of Zaun, the chaotic entity that was both headache and hazard.
Suddenly he sat forward in the bath, drawing his knees up so he could rest one elbow on one and stroke the left side of his face with his fingertips. His breathing was harsh to his own ears as thoughts and plans and strategies whirled through his mind, some discarded, some falling into place.] How long ago did she contact you? Was it in person or the network? If network, was it verbally or through text?
[The nuance could be missing if it was text. No, Jinx had developed the similar habit from him about monologues and no doubt there was some theatrics in whatever she said to Richard. He could fix this. He would fix this. He simply needed more information.
In his suddenly shifted attention, he made a noise to acknowledge Richard's comment, ignoring the whole disapproval part. That didn't matter, not now in such a critical time.] Please, I'm far too affectionate with you for any of this to be a game for me. You and I are basically life partners. [He waved off the insinuation of filler with a hand.]
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He nodded his head slowly at the affirmation. There were very few people that he would drop everything for and Richard happened to be one of them. What they had, what they shared and especially Richard himself had become important to him, something worth personal attention especially when the need arose. And in turn, he found his own needs to be met.
He watched the younger man return, his hand lifting from the bath water to stroke his fingers lightly down Richard's back.] My distraction. [He would have gone on, waxed monologues of how Richard wasn't such a simple singular word, but the younger man took that moment to drop a bombshell on him.
He froze in the bath, his fingers jerking where they stroked Richard's skin, and it took every ounce of self-control to not rise from the bath. Tension stiffened his entire body and his eyes were fixed and staring as unpleasant thoughts rolled through him, fear and panic clawing its way up his throat.
Jinx leaving him? No, no, no that couldn't be right. He had made it clear she was to stay with him, that he needed her always. Certainly she had made overtures before, all of them he squished as soon as he became aware of them. She couldn't leave. She was his daughter, his last perfection of Zaun, the chaotic entity that was both headache and hazard.
Suddenly he sat forward in the bath, drawing his knees up so he could rest one elbow on one and stroke the left side of his face with his fingertips. His breathing was harsh to his own ears as thoughts and plans and strategies whirled through his mind, some discarded, some falling into place.] How long ago did she contact you? Was it in person or the network? If network, was it verbally or through text?
[The nuance could be missing if it was text. No, Jinx had developed the similar habit from him about monologues and no doubt there was some theatrics in whatever she said to Richard. He could fix this. He would fix this. He simply needed more information.
In his suddenly shifted attention, he made a noise to acknowledge Richard's comment, ignoring the whole disapproval part. That didn't matter, not now in such a critical time.] Please, I'm far too affectionate with you for any of this to be a game for me. You and I are basically life partners. [He waved off the insinuation of filler with a hand.]