Just for now

Remi watched the familiarity with which Rory quickly dispensed Bakshi's wandering muzzle, and something in it made a flower of warmth bloom in his chest. Perhaps it was because he too was an animal, and so seeing the man so easily deal with a member of, if not his species, at least his kingdom, was reassuring.  Then again, the way most dealt with animals spoke volumes of their inner selves, and so perhaps Remi was simply relieved to see that the Rory he thought he saw on the surface might also be the same man underneath. Leaning casually back, Remi placed the hand closest to Rory on the ground, just a little ways behind and to the side of the man. It wasn't much, just a posture of slight relaxation after all, but it felt as big as any sort of gesture. The last time Remi had tried to enter into whatever sort of spacial bubble Rory kept—when he'd offered Bakshi the molasses-y contents of his pockets—Rory had drawn back. It felt silly to suddenly feel so ... anxious? nervous? worried? simply by leaning perhaps an inch or so closer, and yet he did. The entire time he kept his eyes focused on the bit of string that Rory's fingers kept worrying away, wanting the fabric to keep the blue-eyed man distracted...but also to not. "Maybe." Remi answered in almost a whisper, swallowing down some uncertain emotion building in the back of his throat. What he actually wanted to say was that he wished time had killed his father, instead of his mother and whatever emotions she might once have had for the man, but he didn't. Instead he looked out towards the barrier, content to more or less sit in silence, enjoying the tense and thrilling closeness he achieved (if indeed Rory hadn't shied away again). REMI So come on, get higher, loosen my lips, faith and desire and the swing of your hips Just pull me down hard and drown me in love