[ He's never far, that'd been part of the plan- so when Locus' hand curls around his arm? Taylor turns halfway through grabbing what they need to press his lips against his skin. His shoulder, his cheek his lips. Soft and sweet and absolutely sappy- he's proud. He can't help it.
It's stupid little shit like this he doesn't really get anymore- and that's fine! He's cool with it. But having an outlet...it's nice.
Even with the momentary diversion it doesn't take long to wipe them both down. To start applying medigel on those tiny, deep bruises- but it does take awhile because his hands keep moving in between applications to smooth through Locus' hair or tangle their hands together.
Pointless little points of contact that just. Center him. ]
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It's stupid little shit like this he doesn't really get anymore- and that's fine! He's cool with it. But having an outlet...it's nice.
Even with the momentary diversion it doesn't take long to wipe them both down. To start applying medigel on those tiny, deep bruises- but it does take awhile because his hands keep moving in between applications to smooth through Locus' hair or tangle their hands together.
Pointless little points of contact that just. Center him. ]
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