( asra touches julian's hand and right on cue, his cheeks heat. it the almost casual combination of everything he gets at once that really does it, though: the touch, the offer to listen, the invitation to vent, and the way asra looks at him when he says it. his eye settles on their hands for a long moment, and rather than set his coffee down in turn, he uses it as a veil to hide the way his smile grows crookedly from one side of his face to the other while he sips. )
You're too good to me. How did I get so lucky...?
( oh no, don't get mushy now. as if he can help it. clearing his throat, he drops the gushing before he can go any further with it, but there isn't much he can do about the adoring look on his face when he finally glances up. that's just his face. one eye or two, it looks the same. )
Alright, Asra, I'll talk. If you want to know the truth, I— that person, they were... fine. Just fine. No offense to them, but I've had better. I just played it up because I, uh, that it'd... make for a better story.
( there's a certain sort of way julian leans back in his seat, not quite drawing his hand away but seemingly preparing for asra to, instead. as if he expects he's going to want to. )
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You're too good to me. How did I get so lucky...?
( oh no, don't get mushy now. as if he can help it. clearing his throat, he drops the gushing before he can go any further with it, but there isn't much he can do about the adoring look on his face when he finally glances up. that's just his face. one eye or two, it looks the same. )
Alright, Asra, I'll talk. If you want to know the truth, I— that person, they were... fine. Just fine. No offense to them, but I've had better. I just played it up because I, uh, that it'd... make for a better story.
( there's a certain sort of way julian leans back in his seat, not quite drawing his hand away but seemingly preparing for asra to, instead. as if he expects he's going to want to. )
A better story to tell you, specifically.