[ Nothing. This close, but Taylor is frozen to the spot, and it's not acceptance. The realization comes crashing down on him as he draws back, sees the puzzled and startled look on his face, and--
This was a mistake. As he'd suspected from the beginning. He'd misread something, misunderstood, and now here he was, looking the absolute fool for it. ]
I...thought I saw something. In your hair.
[ Is what he ends up muttering in a desperate effort to save face, before backing away entirely and clearing his throat uncomfortably. ]
My- what? [ Not going in for a kiss then? He- what? His mind's still caught on the aborted 'please kiss me' instinct he'd ran past earlier and is doing loops around the 'what the fuck what the fuck' circle that's dipped half in tequila and the feel of Sam's hair in his hands and the bloodslick grime against his lips that had him gagging during the mind assassination thing that went down.
It is a very complicated series of emotions. ]
It's just gel? [ That's all that's ever in it now that he's got access to it again. Right. Shit. Things are the left of normal, return to normal- ]
...do you, uh. Do you want me to make some coffee?
[ Locus has always had a terrible poker face, and just this five minutes, it's obvious he's trying to swallow this unnamed thing back down again. Alas, bitter disappointment is blocking the way. ]
...I should go.
[ In the next breath, he's already turned and moving towards the door. It's not running, he's not running away from this, but...
Some time to compose himself and let the status quo reassert itself would probably be best. ]
[ Oh god that face- there'd been hints of it in baby Sam's face when he'd tried to sneak off in the sober light of the morning, he remembers that, but oh christ is it worse on his grown up counterpart. He's seen Locus angry, seen him frustrated and sad and grumpy and happy but this-
It's like a kick in the ribs and all he knows is that he wants to fix things. Rewind the conversation about five minutes so they can just avoid this topic entirely and be whatever they are to one another. ] Okay-
[ Because he's not that guy. Locus wants and needs space and he's going to be grown up and mature and respect that. He is. ]
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This was a mistake. As he'd suspected from the beginning. He'd misread something, misunderstood, and now here he was, looking the absolute fool for it. ]
I...thought I saw something. In your hair.
[ Is what he ends up muttering in a desperate effort to save face, before backing away entirely and clearing his throat uncomfortably. ]
My apologies.
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It is a very complicated series of emotions. ]
It's just gel? [ That's all that's ever in it now that he's got access to it again. Right. Shit. Things are the left of normal, return to normal- ]
...do you, uh. Do you want me to make some coffee?
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[ Locus has always had a terrible poker face, and just this five minutes, it's obvious he's trying to swallow this unnamed thing back down again. Alas, bitter disappointment is blocking the way. ]
...I should go.
[ In the next breath, he's already turned and moving towards the door. It's not running, he's not running away from this, but...
Some time to compose himself and let the status quo reassert itself would probably be best. ]
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It's like a kick in the ribs and all he knows is that he wants to fix things. Rewind the conversation about five minutes so they can just avoid this topic entirely and be whatever they are to one another. ] Okay-
[ Because he's not that guy. Locus wants and needs space and he's going to be grown up and mature and respect that. He is. ]