[It's not. It's not because it's not the sort of thing he imagined for himself, or let himself think about. It's not because they're both recipes for doom and disaster. It's not because he might have done this to Boone- befriending him even if he has alliances elsewhere that might not take it well.]
[He relaxes his hug some, pressing his cheek against Boone's briefly. Then he lifts his hands up to the sides of his face, furrows his brow and leans their heads together. His nose feels too big again. It's tipping Boone's shorter one. One hand slides to the back of Boone's head, and the other against his neck.]
Tell me what it is that you want me to. [His breath is shuddery and nervous.] Fuck off. Forget all of this. Kiss you. I need you to tell me.
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[It's not. It's not because it's not the sort of thing he imagined for himself, or let himself think about. It's not because they're both recipes for doom and disaster. It's not because he might have done this to Boone- befriending him even if he has alliances elsewhere that might not take it well.]
[He relaxes his hug some, pressing his cheek against Boone's briefly. Then he lifts his hands up to the sides of his face, furrows his brow and leans their heads together. His nose feels too big again. It's tipping Boone's shorter one. One hand slides to the back of Boone's head, and the other against his neck.]
Tell me what it is that you want me to. [His breath is shuddery and nervous.] Fuck off. Forget all of this. Kiss you. I need you to tell me.