( yeah, well. he's more than decided he cares about this asshole in more than a couple of ways, and when he'd come in β when he'd admitted that he hadn't seen his face in a while β there had been some genuine concern for his wellbeing. maybe he's gotten used to rex's company, maybe he kind of misses the sound of his stupid raspy voice when he's not around, maybe he'll miss the shape of his smile if he doesn't see it for a while after this β
hell. that just makes him think that he wants to make sure it stays where it is, makes sure he's the one that puts it there. keeps it there.
he snorts at the reply he gets, though. shakes his head. ) Atta boy. Pretty much what I was figurin'.
( mostly about putting people's backs out, but. that's neither here nor there.
he would keep up that contact if he thought it wouldn't be too much, but he's still too sober to let something like that slide; as irresponsible as he likes to be, more often than not, he cares what rex thinks of him at the end of the day, and even though he's more than realized his status as a fuckboy in his eyes ( it doesn't matter if that term exists in his universe, that's what he is ) he β¦ doesn't want to give off the wrong impression.
clearly, he needs to take another pull from his bottle. that'll keep him from thinking too much. right?
rex leans in, closing some of the distance between them again and cain scoots closer, whether he realizes it or not, listening to the explanation he gives with the sort of rapt attention one might give β well. the sort of attention he'd given when he was talking about earth during their gym date.
dumb.) No!? I mean. ( his voice didn't crack. not in the slightest. ) No β¦ bugs. S'big as aβ what? ( rex. buddy. please start making sense. do you think he knows what a pitbull is??? )
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hell. that just makes him think that he wants to make sure it stays where it is, makes sure he's the one that puts it there. keeps it there.
he snorts at the reply he gets, though. shakes his head. ) Atta boy. Pretty much what I was figurin'.
( mostly about putting people's backs out, but. that's neither here nor there.
he would keep up that contact if he thought it wouldn't be too much, but he's still too sober to let something like that slide; as irresponsible as he likes to be, more often than not, he cares what rex thinks of him at the end of the day, and even though he's more than realized his status as a fuckboy in his eyes ( it doesn't matter if that term exists in his universe, that's what he is ) he β¦ doesn't want to give off the wrong impression.
clearly, he needs to take another pull from his bottle. that'll keep him from thinking too much. right?
rex leans in, closing some of the distance between them again and cain scoots closer, whether he realizes it or not, listening to the explanation he gives with the sort of rapt attention one might give β well. the sort of attention he'd given when he was talking about earth during their gym date.
dumb. ) No!? I mean. ( his voice didn't crack. not in the slightest. ) No β¦ bugs. S'big as aβ what? ( rex. buddy. please start making sense. do you think he knows what a pitbull is??? )