[Oh, that sight about knocks him on his ass. The wings themselves are beautiful, but the sight of Joshua carefully smoothing them out? It makes Dion's heart absolutely ache. The tips of his fingers itch with the urge to join him, to be the one administering such gentle care.
Instead, he turns away once more, carefully collecting their mugs. He holds out Joshua's own with a lopsided smile, trying to avoid staring at his wings.]
Would it be so terrible, if I did?
[He settles down beside Joshua and sips his tea. It probably hasn't had quite enough time to steep but... it doesn't taste terrible, even like this. The second bag was a good suggestion.]
After longing for you so long, how could I stand to be away?
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Instead, he turns away once more, carefully collecting their mugs. He holds out Joshua's own with a lopsided smile, trying to avoid staring at his wings.]
Would it be so terrible, if I did?
[He settles down beside Joshua and sips his tea. It probably hasn't had quite enough time to steep but... it doesn't taste terrible, even like this. The second bag was a good suggestion.]
After longing for you so long, how could I stand to be away?