( Please don't get a boner while he's having having an emotional introspective monologue ???? Flush runs deeper across his cheeks again - in part because he can feel it, and, much more heavy in his heart, because of what Brad says. His chest echoes with his heavy heartbeats.
He hates it. He hates how Brad always tells him how he feels, and how he's sometimes (usually) not even wrong. He feels vulnerable and laid bare, but - it doesn't feel wrong. It's not like being exposed to a stranger, or an enemy, or even a friend - it's just - Brad's just - a part of him, and has been for a long time.
He turns his face half into Brad's hand, as if to hide himself - but this time, not turned away from him. )
... I just don't know what to do with you.
( Stupid, stupid Brad. Brad who still cares for him, wants him beside him, despite everything. Brad who can still look at him like this, talk to him like this, like he needs him.
It reminds him of that night, over a hundred years ago now, when Brad had begged him not to go. But this Brad is confident, comfortable, presumptuous; telling him they won't be apart, telling him how he feels, when Nero wants to deny it.
But, for once, he doesn't.
He mutters into Brad's palm: )
... That thing you asked earlier... ( About Brad asking if they can get handsy whenever, ) ... do whatever you want. 'm... fine with whatever, if it's you.
( Is he going to regret this later? Maybe. But also, Nero is almost as horny for Brad as Brad is for him. He's dignity might regret it, but his body sure won't, )
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He hates it. He hates how Brad always tells him how he feels, and how he's sometimes (usually) not even wrong. He feels vulnerable and laid bare, but - it doesn't feel wrong. It's not like being exposed to a stranger, or an enemy, or even a friend - it's just - Brad's just - a part of him, and has been for a long time.
He turns his face half into Brad's hand, as if to hide himself - but this time, not turned away from him. )
... I just don't know what to do with you.
( Stupid, stupid Brad. Brad who still cares for him, wants him beside him, despite everything. Brad who can still look at him like this, talk to him like this, like he needs him.
It reminds him of that night, over a hundred years ago now, when Brad had begged him not to go. But this Brad is confident, comfortable, presumptuous; telling him they won't be apart, telling him how he feels, when Nero wants to deny it.
But, for once, he doesn't.
He mutters into Brad's palm: )
... That thing you asked earlier... ( About Brad asking if they can get handsy whenever, ) ... do whatever you want. 'm... fine with whatever, if it's you.
( Is he going to regret this later? Maybe. But also, Nero is almost as horny for Brad as Brad is for him. He's dignity might regret it, but his body sure won't, )