stay your pretty eyes on course
Niki goes without needing much encouragement, the hand against his side feeling impossibly warm even through the thick cableknit of his sweater. He might have been drunk (and then hungover) the last time they'd done this, but his body remembers the euphoria of it without requiring further instruction. One hand lingers against Sunjata's cheek, as if to try and catch the flush to his skin and prove it's real, the other pressing to his chest, half braced against the Heartless and the countertop.
"Now we can go to the couch," he whispers into the fraction of space that finally opens between them, the smallest bit of amusement in his voice, though he gets the impression that the Heartless will be able to feel the thunder of his pulse if he can't hear it outright. "...Did you really come here just to check on me?" He asks only because the answer is almost definitely an honest yes, but that doesn't mean there weren't other reasons.
"Now we can go to the couch," he whispers into the fraction of space that finally opens between them, the smallest bit of amusement in his voice, though he gets the impression that the Heartless will be able to feel the thunder of his pulse if he can't hear it outright. "...Did you really come here just to check on me?" He asks only because the answer is almost definitely an honest yes, but that doesn't mean there weren't other reasons.
Niki
I guess I never really faced my fears before
