[and while john sinks back into his thoughts, petre slides a hand down his tired face, letting it drop on his lap when he tilts his head, looks back at john. Maybe it's the buzz of alcohol giving him warmth in his chest. Petre never feels the need for intimacy, but he does rarely get this desire to connect. To know what it's like, at least. John's the closest he's ever gotten because they're so alike - and even against his will Petre keeps pushing and making him prove he's worth more than a test subject.
Petre -
He recognizes the tone. Sees the shift in John's eyes. He may not ever feel it like he does, but an objective part of him can see it for what it is.
There's a long pause between then and now. Petre draws it out because he's thinking. Thinking whether his thoughts are coming from some place real this time. Can he trick even himself?
He doesn't know. But he shifts to get on his feet and walks the distance between their beds. Reaches for John's face an leans in, angling his head with a pause. He doesn't remember his eye's already bruised, doesn't wonder if John will do it again.]
John - [a whisper. His fingers curl. How does he say this?] I've never needed anyone. I need you.
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[and while john sinks back into his thoughts, petre slides a hand down his tired face, letting it drop on his lap when he tilts his head, looks back at john. Maybe it's the buzz of alcohol giving him warmth in his chest. Petre never feels the need for intimacy, but he does rarely get this desire to connect. To know what it's like, at least. John's the closest he's ever gotten because they're so alike - and even against his will Petre keeps pushing and making him prove he's worth more than a test subject.
Petre -
He recognizes the tone. Sees the shift in John's eyes. He may not ever feel it like he does, but an objective part of him can see it for what it is.
There's a long pause between then and now. Petre draws it out because he's thinking. Thinking whether his thoughts are coming from some place real this time. Can he trick even himself?
He doesn't know. But he shifts to get on his feet and walks the distance between their beds. Reaches for John's face an leans in, angling his head with a pause. He doesn't remember his eye's already bruised, doesn't wonder if John will do it again.]
John - [a whisper. His fingers curl. How does he say this?] I've never needed anyone. I need you.
[and his lips press against his, gently.]