"Perhaps it is," he murmurs, entirely failing to sound as nonchalant as he'd hoped. The last word trails away to silence, barely completed.
There might have been more - indeed, there most likely was - but he doesn't continue; something in the yellow eyes looking up at him trumps his need for words. This time, he leaves his hands where they are, and slowly, carefully, leans down.
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Date: 2009-08-17 02:56 am (UTC)There might have been more - indeed, there most likely was - but he doesn't continue; something in the yellow eyes looking up at him trumps his need for words. This time, he leaves his hands where they are, and slowly, carefully, leans down.