[ Ah, yes. The knife. Joshua takes it, blindly seeking the sheathe and sliding it into place. Like Dion, he knows the danger of an errant blade, particularly when both responsible parties here are otherwise occupied. And, like Dion, he knows that Clive is likely keenly aware of their current whereabouts - he'd clearly given Dion some advice, and he may be nearby, for all he knows.
But oh. My dear. Joshua's heart soars, tightness pulling at his chest, his smile pulling so wide that his cheeks ache with it. He could be content being called that for the rest of his life. ]
You have. More than you know.
[ He is, once again, stricken by the urge to lean in and kiss him. But, again, he refrains. Not just for their assured safety, but because such things feel more suited for behind closed doors.
And speaking of behind closed doors... Joshua finds himself suddenly faced with a decision. His room, or Dion's? If they go to his, Clive could come back. But Dion's, while far more private, could look a bit more salacious...
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But oh. My dear. Joshua's heart soars, tightness pulling at his chest, his smile pulling so wide that his cheeks ache with it. He could be content being called that for the rest of his life. ]
You have. More than you know.
[ He is, once again, stricken by the urge to lean in and kiss him. But, again, he refrains. Not just for their assured safety, but because such things feel more suited for behind closed doors.
And speaking of behind closed doors... Joshua finds himself suddenly faced with a decision. His room, or Dion's? If they go to his, Clive could come back. But Dion's, while far more private, could look a bit more salacious...
Hmm. ]
Yours. Your tea is still there, I trust?