[ 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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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. ]