[ Archie has rushed into things with more than one person, caught up in a shared connection or a few too many pints. All in all it doesn't worry him. It isn't in him to dwell on those moments of mutual pleasure.
And he likes to think he's past dwelling on the other experiences. ]
I'd be more worried about that if I were a French clipper. [ And even then, he'd be quite willing to put himself in those capable slender hands.
But it does touch something in him that Horatio is worried about this, about doing it right.] So long as... we both say what we're thinking, I doubt we can go wrong.
It's a simple enough thing. It's something most people would manage with barely a thought, shifting whatever it was inside them that stopped the constant rush of words everyone else was apparently walking around holding back.
Other than Horatio, anyway. Really, that was pure speculation, given how infrequently the constant low-level panic howling in his head ever crystallized into actual words.
In its own way, all the same, it's a comfort to know that the slight cant of his head and arch of his brow have meaning to the man across from him. Archie knows every exasperated look, ever flicker of contentment--and, embarrassingly, every slight twinge of discomfort and fear and self-loathing. Archie has been reading the soft 'hm's and 'mm's since nearly the first day they'd met.
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Date: 2019-08-05 12:49 pm (UTC)And he likes to think he's past dwelling on the other experiences. ]
I'd be more worried about that if I were a French clipper. [ And even then, he'd be quite willing to put himself in those capable slender hands.
But it does touch something in him that Horatio is worried about this, about doing it right.] So long as... we both say what we're thinking, I doubt we can go wrong.
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Date: 2019-08-08 02:16 am (UTC)It's a simple enough thing. It's something most people would manage with barely a thought, shifting whatever it was inside them that stopped the constant rush of words everyone else was apparently walking around holding back.
Other than Horatio, anyway. Really, that was pure speculation, given how infrequently the constant low-level panic howling in his head ever crystallized into actual words.
In its own way, all the same, it's a comfort to know that the slight cant of his head and arch of his brow have meaning to the man across from him. Archie knows every exasperated look, ever flicker of contentment--and, embarrassingly, every slight twinge of discomfort and fear and self-loathing. Archie has been reading the soft 'hm's and 'mm's since nearly the first day they'd met.
(Maybe that's enough.)]