( There's an unsteadiness in Jonas' breathing that can be attributed easily to sitting beside a love interest, wavering out of his nose the entire time they're quiet. He tried to relax fully, but after he quickly realized that wasn't written in their stars, he decided to embrace it. Let himself be nervous and vulnerable, because Noctis is doing the same.
Their hands rest so close, once pulled apart, yet he knows better than to repossess it fully. To move it away where neither of them can see it. Instead, as Noctis breaks their self-imposed silence, he uses the short distraction to hook his pinky finger over the one next to his. )
Yeah, okay... I mean, they're pretty stupid, though. ( Charmed into another smile, Jonas finally lifts his head away with a wet little sniff.
They speak the same language. It's such a relief that he wants to touch him again, gather him up in his arms and take him down onto the pile of blankets. Tuck him up and hold him. Make him grin, laugh, and playfully threaten him. Kiss his shoulder, neck, and ear. Noctis isn't the only one blushing, Jonas ducking his head a bit more shyly as he seeks his datapad. )
Um, so this is the weird snail-looking one. ( Reintroducing his friend to his pictures, taken rather well and at a low enough angle that suggests he was on his belly for the photoshoot, Jonas breathes in deeply and exhales as soundlessly as he can. ) The—That's the first one I sent. It's got, like, googly eyes. I... I don't know what for.
And... this one. I like this one, it's my favourite, I think. Like, with the bit of pink flair it's got going on. Must be its wings or something, but it was kind of dark.
[ He'll think about that pinky for too long later. It's silly and it's sweet, and when Jonas pulls away and he considers reestablishing contact he doesn't, content in the meantime with the memory. For him, this is all new. Not just the earth-shattering truths he's speaking out loud to the universe for the first time, but the innocuous affection that Jonas has already admitted was common and encouraged in his upbringing. Engaging with it in the amount that feels comfortable, the amount that he can without pushing himself too hard, feels allowed and that alone is novel.
It's hard to keep an eye on those bugs as Jonas flips through each of their pictures when he'd much rather observe how they make his friend feel in each one of his facial expressions. They're stupid, they're gross... and right now they're his favorite animals, because they make Jonas smile in a way that's stupid and gross. Just like his own expression when it twists to match.
Eventually the coffee runs out, somewhere between their decision to stretch out in the comforter pile below and Noctis's attempts to hum the melody to his latest favorite Earth song whose name he's forgotten for Jonas to recognize. He promises to text him about it later and for a moment, it feels like everything has returned to the strange sort of normal they've developed over the past two months. Normal... but better. More intimate and more at ease, an electric feeling in the air that makes his smiles come easier but doesn't intimidate them as the night goes on.
He cares for Jonas. Jonas cares for him. And by the time he finally gets up to leave, there's no lingering anxiety or doubt in his decisions. He trusted the right person, and he finally said the right thing. ]
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Their hands rest so close, once pulled apart, yet he knows better than to repossess it fully. To move it away where neither of them can see it. Instead, as Noctis breaks their self-imposed silence, he uses the short distraction to hook his pinky finger over the one next to his. )
Yeah, okay... I mean, they're pretty stupid, though. ( Charmed into another smile, Jonas finally lifts his head away with a wet little sniff.
They speak the same language. It's such a relief that he wants to touch him again, gather him up in his arms and take him down onto the pile of blankets. Tuck him up and hold him. Make him grin, laugh, and playfully threaten him. Kiss his shoulder, neck, and ear. Noctis isn't the only one blushing, Jonas ducking his head a bit more shyly as he seeks his datapad. )
Um, so this is the weird snail-looking one. ( Reintroducing his friend to his pictures, taken rather well and at a low enough angle that suggests he was on his belly for the photoshoot, Jonas breathes in deeply and exhales as soundlessly as he can. ) The—That's the first one I sent. It's got, like, googly eyes. I... I don't know what for.
And... this one. I like this one, it's my favourite, I think. Like, with the bit of pink flair it's got going on. Must be its wings or something, but it was kind of dark.
This one, too—
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It's hard to keep an eye on those bugs as Jonas flips through each of their pictures when he'd much rather observe how they make his friend feel in each one of his facial expressions. They're stupid, they're gross... and right now they're his favorite animals, because they make Jonas smile in a way that's stupid and gross. Just like his own expression when it twists to match.
Eventually the coffee runs out, somewhere between their decision to stretch out in the comforter pile below and Noctis's attempts to hum the melody to his latest favorite Earth song whose name he's forgotten for Jonas to recognize. He promises to text him about it later and for a moment, it feels like everything has returned to the strange sort of normal they've developed over the past two months. Normal... but better. More intimate and more at ease, an electric feeling in the air that makes his smiles come easier but doesn't intimidate them as the night goes on.
He cares for Jonas. Jonas cares for him. And by the time he finally gets up to leave, there's no lingering anxiety or doubt in his decisions. He trusted the right person, and he finally said the right thing. ]