Keelan wouldn't be the first one to feel that way about Fae. It's amazing how keeping your distance from people can give such a clear view into how they work. Fae was trained in the art of persuasion, he knows how to get what he wants. Lies. Manipulation. Sex. Violence. He knows exactly how to exert power over people - with the way he can box up his emotions, it makes doing so almost too easy.
His awkwardness comes when he isn't trying to work that power. There's a Fae that's likeable, that's carefully crafted to be so tooth-achingly sweet and compliant you feel bad for looking at him the wrong way, you give him anything he wants. He doesn't actually exist, and Keelan doesn't know that Fae. The Fae Keelan knows is vulgar, arrogant, and quick to throw a fist - he's made for keeping people at a distance. He's still attractive and will open his legs for nearly anything that shows interest, so any shallow contact is fine, but at his core, Fae is built for solitude.
He wouldn't understand how this Fae - the real Fae - has any kind of long-term appeal to someone.
So he never thinks in the long-term.
Which is probably why he hasn't thought about their clothes, and feels a little ridiculous when Keelan brings it up. Well, more ridiculous, since the man is cleaning his feet and Fae is literally struggling to keep his focus on the ceiling and not jerk his leg away.
An idea sparks though, and he sits up on his elbows to look down at Keelan. "That's not all we can pay for." He presses a hand to Keelan's shoulder to stop his cleaning, gaze flicking over to the sack they brought with them. "Show me what you've got in there."
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His awkwardness comes when he isn't trying to work that power. There's a Fae that's likeable, that's carefully crafted to be so tooth-achingly sweet and compliant you feel bad for looking at him the wrong way, you give him anything he wants. He doesn't actually exist, and Keelan doesn't know that Fae. The Fae Keelan knows is vulgar, arrogant, and quick to throw a fist - he's made for keeping people at a distance. He's still attractive and will open his legs for nearly anything that shows interest, so any shallow contact is fine, but at his core, Fae is built for solitude.
He wouldn't understand how this Fae - the real Fae - has any kind of long-term appeal to someone.
So he never thinks in the long-term.
Which is probably why he hasn't thought about their clothes, and feels a little ridiculous when Keelan brings it up. Well, more ridiculous, since the man is cleaning his feet and Fae is literally struggling to keep his focus on the ceiling and not jerk his leg away.
An idea sparks though, and he sits up on his elbows to look down at Keelan. "That's not all we can pay for." He presses a hand to Keelan's shoulder to stop his cleaning, gaze flicking over to the sack they brought with them. "Show me what you've got in there."