"Then I'm all for it," Dan says, smiling crookedly. He wants very much to be more than respectable tonight.
He's distracted, however, by the sketchbook on the table, and while he wouldn't open it up and page through it-- it's there already. Listening to Marcus rattle around in the kitchen, a familiar and happy sound, Dan leans in to look at what's on the page.
It's him.
Dan recognizes himself and the bed, and it's not difficult to guess that it had been drawn while they were snowed into the house. He wonders, then, if his own obliviousness had been difficult for Marcus; his cheeks heat up as he really combs back through the events of that first night. All he'd wanted was Marcus's touch, the warmth and safety and the bit of a thrill that Dan realizes now to be attraction.
He touches the paper gently, with one fingertip, and he can almost feel it again, that same mixture of feelings.
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He's distracted, however, by the sketchbook on the table, and while he wouldn't open it up and page through it-- it's there already. Listening to Marcus rattle around in the kitchen, a familiar and happy sound, Dan leans in to look at what's on the page.
It's him.
Dan recognizes himself and the bed, and it's not difficult to guess that it had been drawn while they were snowed into the house. He wonders, then, if his own obliviousness had been difficult for Marcus; his cheeks heat up as he really combs back through the events of that first night. All he'd wanted was Marcus's touch, the warmth and safety and the bit of a thrill that Dan realizes now to be attraction.
He touches the paper gently, with one fingertip, and he can almost feel it again, that same mixture of feelings.