[I'm glad you told me is — maybe unexpected is the wrong word. But it's not something he would've thought to hear, at least, any more than he would have imagined Tseng would tell him he did a good job trimming the ends of his hair that day with the strings.
He thinks about that, too. Thinks about how fingers on his throat and the weight of a body over his have a common denominator, in being the center of Tseng's attention.
He can ask for things he wants. It's starting to add up a little, just what that might be. Now the only question is, can he make himself bear the necessity of asking to begin with.]
I don't think it's obligation.
[His fingers hover over his watch. His stomach twists and churns.]
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He thinks about that, too. Thinks about how fingers on his throat and the weight of a body over his have a common denominator, in being the center of Tseng's attention.
He can ask for things he wants. It's starting to add up a little, just what that might be. Now the only question is, can he make himself bear the necessity of asking to begin with.]
I don't think it's obligation.
[His fingers hover over his watch. His stomach twists and churns.]
I think I don't want to disappoint you.