[ He smiles faintly and looks away, catching Marie-Claude's gaze as she heads in their direction. She gives him a small nod, courteous but not as an invitation, clearly otherwise engaged. You always know, with her. Well, or she might be artfully escaping from her father. That part is hard to tell, with how that lofty facade of hers seems to persist throughout pretty much every possible scenario. Have to admire that level of consistency. ]
I disagree.
[ He steps a little closer, just to feel that bump of hip against hip, the increase in heat and proximity. Around them, people drift from one social constellation to the next and the next and it almost feels as if they're somehow momentarily exempt, him and Elio, like they're watching from their own little private bubble, not exactly present. It's a good feeling. As if they've managed to claim their own space, even here. ]
This look - [ He looks him over blatantly, from head to toe and back up, lingering over his front a little because that suit jacket looks fantastic on him, emphasising his long lines perfectly, even making him seem taller than he is. ] - is just new. It makes you look different.
[ Another sip. He tilts his head slightly. ]
No doubt, in time...
[... in time, what? He stops. Trails off. The other man has made him no promises - he certainly can't expect him to agree to any repeat performances and he can't make him, either, he's got nothing to bargain with and no strings to pull. So instead, he just stares at Elio, his look veering dangerously close to deer-in-headlight-territory whilst he leaves the silence between them as it is, full of unspoken implications.
no subject
I disagree.
[ He steps a little closer, just to feel that bump of hip against hip, the increase in heat and proximity. Around them, people drift from one social constellation to the next and the next and it almost feels as if they're somehow momentarily exempt, him and Elio, like they're watching from their own little private bubble, not exactly present. It's a good feeling. As if they've managed to claim their own space, even here. ]
This look - [ He looks him over blatantly, from head to toe and back up, lingering over his front a little because that suit jacket looks fantastic on him, emphasising his long lines perfectly, even making him seem taller than he is. ] - is just new. It makes you look different.
[ Another sip. He tilts his head slightly. ]
No doubt, in time...
[... in time, what? He stops. Trails off. The other man has made him no promises - he certainly can't expect him to agree to any repeat performances and he can't make him, either, he's got nothing to bargain with and no strings to pull. So instead, he just stares at Elio, his look veering dangerously close to deer-in-headlight-territory whilst he leaves the silence between them as it is, full of unspoken implications.
Fuck, he spews bullshit for a living. ]