[He softens a little at that, maybe just because the last thing he wants is Caleb using this as a whip on his own back? Sitting up again, just gently putting the tips of his fingers on Caleb's arm.]
Look, I ... Fuck. Um.
[He twists his mouth up. He isn't good at this sort of thing? Absolutely no practice.]
Don't think there's anything wrong with a bit of selfishness now and then. [...] But I don't want to hurt you either, Caleb. Not in-- Ah. Any way.
[But he is a little afraid of getting hurt, maybe. That's not the way he thinks about it in his head, but he is a little bit afraid. Not that Molly will be cruel, but that he will start to believe in something that's a little too good to be true.]
[He was just making a joke. Anyway, he knows the polite thing to do here is ask if he should stop. Or just stop out of his own volition. But he still hesitates. Just pulling his knees up and putting his chin on them.]
Probably. Nice as my coat is, thing isn't exactly warm.
[Meanwhile, Molly's getting up, straightening out his shirt and fixing his belt. Isn't like he's got any more idea than Caleb does where they stand. Oh well. Can probably talk about it next week?]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Look, I ... Fuck. Um.
[He twists his mouth up. He isn't good at this sort of thing? Absolutely no practice.]
Don't think there's anything wrong with a bit of selfishness now and then. [...] But I don't want to hurt you either, Caleb. Not in-- Ah. Any way.
no subject
[But he is a little afraid of getting hurt, maybe. That's not the way he thinks about it in his head, but he is a little bit afraid. Not that Molly will be cruel, but that he will start to believe in something that's a little too good to be true.]
no subject
You say that, but you're making the same face I did when the tattoo needle went over my elbow.
no subject
[Glancing a way, a little uncomfortable.]
It's just a little strange.
no subject
[That's what he'd said the other day anyway.]
no subject
[A small smile to himself, though.]
But you are quite difficult to ignore.
no subject
[A larger smile at that.]
I go around looking like this because I actually want to blend in and not be noticed.
no subject
[Not that he's flashy, but. . . being subject to a lot of flirting from him is a lot.]
no subject
[He was just making a joke. Anyway, he knows the polite thing to do here is ask if he should stop. Or just stop out of his own volition. But he still hesitates. Just pulling his knees up and putting his chin on them.]
. . . Should we go get your proper coat back?
no subject
[Sitting back against the couch, taking a deep breath. Not sure where this left things between them, but either way, not exactly happy about it.]
no subject
[Meanwhile, Molly's getting up, straightening out his shirt and fixing his belt. Isn't like he's got any more idea than Caleb does where they stand. Oh well. Can probably talk about it next week?]