[ More stress relief than fun becomes typical of people like them in a world like theirs. Sentiments come few and far between when reality is so unpleasant, but Len tries to capture little moments in time away from it all, like this. Like now. Couldn't blame a guy for getting what he could where he could, and Crius is no different from the other members of the Brotherhood in that way, hurting for intimacy because they're kept in such a high-stakes perimeter.
It's implied that the guy he was sweet on is gone. Knowing the wasteland, knowing the Rockies? Might actually be gone in an existential sense. ]
It happens.
[ Len takes the bottle and belts a slug of it like it's instinct, like it comes naturally to him, and maybe it does. He knows he's got problems and he isn't shy about them either, because indulging is the closest thing out here to the adrenaline of a near-miss in the midst of gunfire and he'll always be seeking that next high. Here, now, it's in the form of the man on his lap, with his too-blue eyes and sharp jaw and gentled expression. What Crius' deserves is someone more reliable. Maybe Len is, to an extent, in answering every call. It's close enough. ]
Y'know. [ He hooks a finger in the crew-neck collar of Crius' shirt, tugging softly. ] We're always messin' around with our clothes on.
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It's implied that the guy he was sweet on is gone. Knowing the wasteland, knowing the Rockies? Might actually be gone in an existential sense. ]
It happens.
[ Len takes the bottle and belts a slug of it like it's instinct, like it comes naturally to him, and maybe it does. He knows he's got problems and he isn't shy about them either, because indulging is the closest thing out here to the adrenaline of a near-miss in the midst of gunfire and he'll always be seeking that next high. Here, now, it's in the form of the man on his lap, with his too-blue eyes and sharp jaw and gentled expression. What Crius' deserves is someone more reliable. Maybe Len is, to an extent, in answering every call. It's close enough. ]
Y'know. [ He hooks a finger in the crew-neck collar of Crius' shirt, tugging softly. ] We're always messin' around with our clothes on.