(Max winds up staring at Gansey, completely silent, unwavering. He doesn't even think to hide his staring. He can't wrap his mind around what Gansey is doing or why. Even the Wives were cautious in their compassion, giving it out freely to women, but scarcely to men. This one didn't seem to have a single reservation.
Max could kill him in a million ways. The creature was soft even if he wasn't slim and delicate. He was soft in a way that itched a memory at the back of Max's mind, a memory he'd never fully have access to. A memory of a world where people exercised more for the fun and competition of it all, a world of people who were thick with muscles gained from the luxury of taking up a hobby that worked in favor of their health.
He squints an eye shut when Gansey touches him. It's not from the burn of the alcohol, but the burn from being touched. After a second, he reaches a hand out to curiously prod Gansey's side. Part of him feels like he's in a dream, so it didn't really matter what he was doing. He can feel the meat on Gansey, soft but hard, resilient but vulnerable. Not a single protective thing on Gansey. He grumbles incoherently under his breath, digging his fingers in a little deeper.)
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Max could kill him in a million ways. The creature was soft even if he wasn't slim and delicate. He was soft in a way that itched a memory at the back of Max's mind, a memory he'd never fully have access to. A memory of a world where people exercised more for the fun and competition of it all, a world of people who were thick with muscles gained from the luxury of taking up a hobby that worked in favor of their health.
He squints an eye shut when Gansey touches him. It's not from the burn of the alcohol, but the burn from being touched. After a second, he reaches a hand out to curiously prod Gansey's side. Part of him feels like he's in a dream, so it didn't really matter what he was doing. He can feel the meat on Gansey, soft but hard, resilient but vulnerable. Not a single protective thing on Gansey. He grumbles incoherently under his breath, digging his fingers in a little deeper.)