I might be. ( flirting distracts from other shit. like the way jason gives kovacs another once-over, eyes focusing on arms, his chest, his legs. doesn't take too long, just. enough. and then jason's smirking once more, turning around on his heels and leaving his back to kovacs as he starts walking to the next nearest beer stand.
a sign of trust that is anything but trust. jason just keeps watch out of the corner of his eyes. doesn't expect this guy to think it's smart to throws someone down on the streets, even if he's shoving people over for beer. if he is one of theirs, he's holding it together better than most.
while his back's turned, jason reaches in front of himself to remove both gloves from his hands, shoves them both down into his jeans' pocket. it's too goddamn hot to wear that many layers, even if that's nowhere near the reason he is taking them off. )
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a sign of trust that is anything but trust. jason just keeps watch out of the corner of his eyes. doesn't expect this guy to think it's smart to throws someone down on the streets, even if he's shoving people over for beer. if he is one of theirs, he's holding it together better than most.
while his back's turned, jason reaches in front of himself to remove both gloves from his hands, shoves them both down into his jeans' pocket. it's too goddamn hot to wear that many layers, even if that's nowhere near the reason he is taking them off. )