I'd still know you, not being shown you, I only need the working of my hands
Indeed the other man's confidence is an immediate balm. For all the good Dahlia's purple haze has done in his mind, quieting his anxiety and soothing away the worst of his social insecurities, still Everest is naive and inexperienced when it comes to much of life's nuances. 'That sounds good.' He agrees, his shoulders relaxing down away from his ears somewhat as he exhales.
Letting his blue gaze drift down toward Thorn's arms as they stretched forward, lean but knowing, the aviator shrugged for a moment. "I...I'm really not sure." He admitted a touch bashfully; one would think he'd know at least that much about himself, but truthfully, he did not.
Taking a step forward to place himself within the other man's space properly, Everest took a steadying breath before reaching out and letting his fingertips trickle up one of Thorn's tattooed arms. The ink felt like nothing at all beneath his touch and yet his mind told him that he did in fact feel the contours of the vines. "What would you normally do next? If this was...real? How quickly do you know how to move forward, or where to be in the room, or when to take off your clothes?"
Letting his blue gaze drift down toward Thorn's arms as they stretched forward, lean but knowing, the aviator shrugged for a moment. "I...I'm really not sure." He admitted a touch bashfully; one would think he'd know at least that much about himself, but truthfully, he did not.
Taking a step forward to place himself within the other man's space properly, Everest took a steadying breath before reaching out and letting his fingertips trickle up one of Thorn's tattooed arms. The ink felt like nothing at all beneath his touch and yet his mind told him that he did in fact feel the contours of the vines. "What would you normally do next? If this was...real? How quickly do you know how to move forward, or where to be in the room, or when to take off your clothes?"
Everest
