[He makes a face like he has literally never been asked what is this when he was trying to put the moves on someone before and it's legitimately confusing the hell out of him. Like, maybe he doesn't know what it is? What a question. He doesn't pull away yet, but he does pause.]
I-- Ah. [Caleb has probably rarely, if ever, seen Molly look embarrassed, and he doesn't quite now either. But he's maybe thinking something through that gives him a weird feeling.] Suppose I thought there was ... vibes.
[He looks like he didn't really expect that to be the answer. Drumming his fingers on his thigh, a little awkward. Turning a little red, tongue-tied for a second.]
I didn't really think you were, uhm, serious about it. [That makes it sound like Molly is proposing, but he only means - he thought they were flirting because Molly was bored and likes flirting.]
[Well he does look embarrassed now. He was flirting because Molly was bored and likes flirting and then also Caleb had seemed kind of into it and also ... vibes. But now he's just squirming a little like a kid caught sneaking into something he shouldn't have. Fuck?]
Bad reading I guess. Happens sometimes. Nevermind. [He does pull back pretty quickly at this point, spinning his drink around in his hands a bit.] Probably too much to drink again. I think I'm going to go? Should probably at least try to sleep or something, never know who'll be rolled for tomorrow's, ah, killing, so. Alright.
[He really can't decide if he should let him just leave or not? On the one hand, wow, this is a bad idea! He has to not get involved in any of this, right? Especially what with the entire Lucien thing? Even if it's just casual it's very weird to makeout with someone and not tell them that someone in their body killed you? That seems like bad etiquette?
On the other hand, he doesn't like that Molly is acting somehow like he did something wrong and embarrassing. He's very. . . confused about the whole situation, because there are some very hot people here Molly could be focusing his energy on and meanwhile he is himself?
Anyway he sits there awkward and flustered for a second, but reaches out and grabs him by the sleeve.]
Wait, don't. . . I don't want you to leave. You surprised me.
[It's probably a little awkward to know your body is up and moving around without you and attacking and killing all your friends, yeah, but thankfully Molly has zero idea that's happening. Lucien's continued existence is not even on his radar! Surely nothing unfortunate will happen to change that.
Also there's about a million other reasons to Not Do This starting with Wow! Terrible idea. Anyone could die tomorrow. Both of these fools are already dead. On the other hand, anyone could die tomorrow and both of these fools are already dead?
Sitting back down from where he was starting to get up to scamper off and go drink himself into perfect dreamless slumber and just fiddling with his coat instead.]
Pulling a lot of these bad timing things lately, I'll admit.
[He's fidgeting awkwardly, too, just sitting there. He asked him to stay but isn't sure what he wants to say, just that he didn't want him to run off like that. Maybe that's selfish, though.]
. . . No one has really. . . tried to kiss me in a very long time.
[There's an upward lilt to that well that's like. Yeah. No, I can see that. That makes sense to Molly, who knew him a while ago and understood that was definitely not a person in a headspace to kiss anyone. That it would have been a bad scene to even consider.
But still, there's the part of him that's had a ... bit of a thing for Caleb? Always thought he was just that little bit cute. He's intelligent, obviously, but funny and laughs at his jokes and seeing him as he is now is impressive, isn't it? He's a person. And he likes that person. This is what the kids might call a crush, even if Mollymauk is refusing to understand the concept.
He's pulled away but at Caleb's fidgeting, he just sets his shoulders cockeyed, tilting his head and shooting him a slightly apologetic smile. Trying to break the tension about it some.]
[That's a cute answer, at least. Hard not to be charmed a little by that answer. Even if he doesn't get it at all. He's gotten a lot better, but there's still a large part of him that feels like some other category of person, something wretched and ruined that doesn't deserve happiness or love or even to have a rather charming and kind boy want to kiss you on a cold night. He's begun the process of starting to accept that may be how he feels about himself rather than something innate about himself, but it's not easy to get his head around the idea that someone would want someone like him. He loathes himself, so imagining the perspective of a person with a crush on him - days after he told him the story, even - is too alien. Maybe easier with someone like Essek, where he can see the ways they're similar, even the ugly parts. But Mollymauk is just so easy to love.
He sighs, though, because whether he understands it or not, he can't avoid the stupid impulse to give in altogether. He reaches to grip him by the coat, probably nowhere near warm enough for the night air.]
You are very strange, circus man.
[He leans in to kiss him, just softly and briefly.]
[Is he easy to love? Is he? He's frustrating and arrogant and there's easily a world in which those traits are about as ugly as any others through a slightly different lens. Caleb's seen as much.
The coat definitely isn't warm enough for this place. It was already probably too cold for it when he'd died, just starting to snow. He's starting to laugh when he's called strange, still grinning when Caleb leans back in, but he catches on quickly enough that he's pressing back enough to make it not so soft and slightly less brief. All the touching this week has been easy, but he's suddenly a little more hesitant with his hands - just tangling the ends of his fingers against Caleb's coat, but letting him pull back once he's done.]
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[It's probably not one?]
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I-- Ah. [Caleb has probably rarely, if ever, seen Molly look embarrassed, and he doesn't quite now either. But he's maybe thinking something through that gives him a weird feeling.] Suppose I thought there was ... vibes.
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[He looks like he didn't really expect that to be the answer. Drumming his fingers on his thigh, a little awkward. Turning a little red, tongue-tied for a second.]
I didn't really think you were, uhm, serious about it. [That makes it sound like Molly is proposing, but he only means - he thought they were flirting because Molly was bored and likes flirting.]
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Bad reading I guess. Happens sometimes. Nevermind. [He does pull back pretty quickly at this point, spinning his drink around in his hands a bit.] Probably too much to drink again. I think I'm going to go? Should probably at least try to sleep or something, never know who'll be rolled for tomorrow's, ah, killing, so. Alright.
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On the other hand, he doesn't like that Molly is acting somehow like he did something wrong and embarrassing. He's very. . . confused about the whole situation, because there are some very hot people here Molly could be focusing his energy on and meanwhile he is himself?
Anyway he sits there awkward and flustered for a second, but reaches out and grabs him by the sleeve.]
Wait, don't. . . I don't want you to leave. You surprised me.
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Also there's about a million other reasons to Not Do This starting with Wow! Terrible idea. Anyone could die tomorrow. Both of these fools are already dead. On the other hand, anyone could die tomorrow and both of these fools are already dead?
Sitting back down from where he was starting to get up to scamper off and go drink himself into perfect dreamless slumber and just fiddling with his coat instead.]
Pulling a lot of these bad timing things lately, I'll admit.
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. . . No one has really. . . tried to kiss me in a very long time.
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[There's an upward lilt to that well that's like. Yeah. No, I can see that. That makes sense to Molly, who knew him a while ago and understood that was definitely not a person in a headspace to kiss anyone. That it would have been a bad scene to even consider.
But still, there's the part of him that's had a ... bit of a thing for Caleb? Always thought he was just that little bit cute. He's intelligent, obviously, but funny and laughs at his jokes and seeing him as he is now is impressive, isn't it? He's a person. And he likes that person. This is what the kids might call a crush, even if Mollymauk is refusing to understand the concept.
He's pulled away but at Caleb's fidgeting, he just sets his shoulders cockeyed, tilting his head and shooting him a slightly apologetic smile. Trying to break the tension about it some.]
That's a shame.
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He sighs, though, because whether he understands it or not, he can't avoid the stupid impulse to give in altogether. He reaches to grip him by the coat, probably nowhere near warm enough for the night air.]
You are very strange, circus man.
[He leans in to kiss him, just softly and briefly.]
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The coat definitely isn't warm enough for this place. It was already probably too cold for it when he'd died, just starting to snow. He's starting to laugh when he's called strange, still grinning when Caleb leans back in, but he catches on quickly enough that he's pressing back enough to make it not so soft and slightly less brief. All the touching this week has been easy, but he's suddenly a little more hesitant with his hands - just tangling the ends of his fingers against Caleb's coat, but letting him pull back once he's done.]
Been told that before once or twice.
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I don't know. . . I think this may be a bad idea for us. Too messy, maybe.
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Probably.
[Like, definitely. But.]
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[A little chiding, like he's teasing at the obvious 'definitely.' Turning his hand there to squeeze his.]
It's very cold out here, and you aren't dressed for it.
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Why do people keep saying that to me ... ?
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Let's go inside.
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Aye, yeah, sure.
[Just like. Genial agreement! It'll get you through anything.]
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