[He waits. Waits for John to come to him, waits for the brush of the other man's skin against his own, the invitation of the other man's emotions in his head before he reaches for him himself. Tangling his fingers through the other man's and tugging his hand into his lap before glancing aside at him, just to be certain that this is alright. Wondering if there's any way that he could offer for John the same warm, steady reassurance his own affection always brings himself. Feed his own affection back somehow? He'll have to try sometime. For now he hopes this quiet contact is enough. Is not too much, for that matter.]
I can't imagine how you get any sleep at all, while I'm up and about in this little place. Between the coffee maker and the noise from outside...
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[He waits. Waits for John to come to him, waits for the brush of the other man's skin against his own, the invitation of the other man's emotions in his head before he reaches for him himself. Tangling his fingers through the other man's and tugging his hand into his lap before glancing aside at him, just to be certain that this is alright. Wondering if there's any way that he could offer for John the same warm, steady reassurance his own affection always brings himself. Feed his own affection back somehow? He'll have to try sometime. For now he hopes this quiet contact is enough. Is not too much, for that matter.]
I can't imagine how you get any sleep at all, while I'm up and about in this little place. Between the coffee maker and the noise from outside...
[And the way John sleeps in general.]