[ He'd probably react to that -- if he was paying attention. As it is, he's focused on his half-drunk coffee, brain a little less fuzzy and tongue a little more under control.
He shuts his eyes, pushing his thoughts away from the way his mind is knitting nostalgia to the exchange from earlier on; the lights, the shadows, Selene at the booth, him opening up to Rethe about Shin Yamatai and feeling like here was a safe place to just verbalize. And now, unconsciously catching his top lip with his teeth, and then letting that go as he nibbles on the bottom one.
What in hell was he thinking.
And of course, mind zoning in on that word and it's associations to... yep, that is a flush creeping up the back of his neck again. ]
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He shuts his eyes, pushing his thoughts away from the way his mind is knitting nostalgia to the exchange from earlier on; the lights, the shadows, Selene at the booth, him opening up to Rethe about Shin Yamatai and feeling like here was a safe place to just verbalize. And now, unconsciously catching his top lip with his teeth, and then letting that go as he nibbles on the bottom one.
What in hell was he thinking.
And of course, mind zoning in on that word and it's associations to... yep, that is a flush creeping up the back of his neck again. ]