// object of desire //
“Well… I’m gonna hope I don’t see ya despite how much I do like seein’ ya.” Thorn teases softly, his smile brighter as he notes Zavien’s relaxation. But he sees the eager and bright smile that crosses his friend’s face and the following words, understanding lingering in him as he nods. “That’s totally fair.” His voice is softer, like he’s trying to soothe a spooked animal. No judgement there when it comes to Zavien’s experience – or lack there of.
“Nah, you’re not an idiot. There’re some people that just aren’t interested in it ‘n that’s okay.” He pauses, because clearly Zavien isn’t one of those people, just selective with how that intimate connection would come about. And he thinks that’s completely valid, too. “I think it’s real sweet y’didn’t want it to be a main part of your relationship. An’ if you tell her that, she might think it’s sweet too.” After all, he was essentially in the business of one night stands. There weren’t any more attachments than the rush of the moment before either he or the client left to go about their lives again. Not that he’s complaining, of course. Love was something that Thorn didn’t have experience with anymore, and he was fine with it.
“Nah, you’re not an idiot. There’re some people that just aren’t interested in it ‘n that’s okay.” He pauses, because clearly Zavien isn’t one of those people, just selective with how that intimate connection would come about. And he thinks that’s completely valid, too. “I think it’s real sweet y’didn’t want it to be a main part of your relationship. An’ if you tell her that, she might think it’s sweet too.” After all, he was essentially in the business of one night stands. There weren’t any more attachments than the rush of the moment before either he or the client left to go about their lives again. Not that he’s complaining, of course. Love was something that Thorn didn’t have experience with anymore, and he was fine with it.
THORN
