[His eyes go wide at the sight of it, and he could swear that his fingertips actually start to itch. Just a crappy plastic lighter, nothing he could use for any length of time, but the point isn't really that he wants to burn anything here. It's just that if he needed to, he'd be helpless.]
You and your hidden fucking depths. [He bites his lip to stifle a laugh, and he's actually reaching for it before he realizes two things: he's going straight for an area very close to Ryan's crotch in (semi-)public, and his hand would never make it that close anyway.
Goddamn Petre.
Halfway through the gesture, he just holds his hand out palm-up, eyes dancing back and forth to make sure no one will see it. Ryan's probably never had to do a subtle exchange of goods before, but they can make this work, as long as it's Ryan who initiates the contact and not him.]
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You and your hidden fucking depths. [He bites his lip to stifle a laugh, and he's actually reaching for it before he realizes two things: he's going straight for an area very close to Ryan's crotch in (semi-)public, and his hand would never make it that close anyway.
Goddamn Petre.
Halfway through the gesture, he just holds his hand out palm-up, eyes dancing back and forth to make sure no one will see it. Ryan's probably never had to do a subtle exchange of goods before, but they can make this work, as long as it's Ryan who initiates the contact and not him.]