[ Amos lets himself be pulled to a stop. It's rare anyone else touches him at all. It's not by design; it's just rare. A consequence of the profession. People usually don't want to come near him and he's more than happy to let things play out that way.
So he lets Larry's fingers stay there, still outside his door, in an empty hall, because it's barely anything and it's nice. The impression of someone else's touch on what has the capability to be an intimate part of the body. It's nice.
He tilts his head looking at Larry, considering.
His overall impression of the Volary's parties remains low, though nobody would ever ask his opinion, so it doesn't matter. That typically means his impression of most of the people there is low, too. But Larry had been unbothered by the surroundings, the nonsense; he'd been direct and Amos can appreciate that. Relate to it. So.
He keeps his wrist where it is, not willing to lose contact before more can be had; he brings his other hand up, cupping the back of Larry's neck, pulling them close, letting his beard graze Larry's skin for a second before diving in. His movements are precise if not rough; it's not as though the world has ever been gentle to him.
When he pulls back, it's just to make eye contact for a second before he leans in, off to the side, again, just brushing against Larry's ear now that they aren't moving, voice softer, lower. ] I'm sure there will.
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So he lets Larry's fingers stay there, still outside his door, in an empty hall, because it's barely anything and it's nice. The impression of someone else's touch on what has the capability to be an intimate part of the body. It's nice.
He tilts his head looking at Larry, considering.
His overall impression of the Volary's parties remains low, though nobody would ever ask his opinion, so it doesn't matter. That typically means his impression of most of the people there is low, too. But Larry had been unbothered by the surroundings, the nonsense; he'd been direct and Amos can appreciate that. Relate to it. So.
He keeps his wrist where it is, not willing to lose contact before more can be had; he brings his other hand up, cupping the back of Larry's neck, pulling them close, letting his beard graze Larry's skin for a second before diving in. His movements are precise if not rough; it's not as though the world has ever been gentle to him.
When he pulls back, it's just to make eye contact for a second before he leans in, off to the side, again, just brushing against Larry's ear now that they aren't moving, voice softer, lower. ] I'm sure there will.