(He says this without a waver in his voice, steady and firm. He did not want Gyro to think that he thought he was better than Gyro just because of some other world's caste system. He didn't.
But he doesn't get fierce and passionate about it. That isn't why he's here and even Percy has the sense to know that.
The compliment warrants his ears going a bit pink. He doesn't know if he's been called cute before. Handsome, mostly. He's so focused on the compliment he doesn't see the hand coming and gives the smallest start when his chin is taken. He stares up at Gyro with large eyes. He-
He hadn't meant this to be a physical lesson. Scrambling mentally backwards, he wonders where the hell he had made Gyro think that. His mouth was opened to correct this, to fix what was about to happen.
But then his mouth shuts.
Because he realizes that there was genuine attraction there. That it had happened once before, by the fire, when Percy had been lulled in by Gyro and thought maybe, just maybe, they could kiss. He bites the corner of his own lip and steps closer to Gyro until their hips are just barely touching.)
Yeah, course we are. You're my friend. I wouldn't drop that for anything.
(He means it so painfully sincere that it softens his voice and furrows his brows.)
Besides, it's not really all that gross to me.
(He'd thought that he actually kind of liked it. Particularly when he was doing it to other guys but getting it done to him- well. The body just didn't gross him out, he guessed.)
We're friends. I know that. That's why I'm here, you know. Cause I trust you and I trust- this. Us really to not get all weird after.
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(He says this without a waver in his voice, steady and firm. He did not want Gyro to think that he thought he was better than Gyro just because of some other world's caste system. He didn't.
But he doesn't get fierce and passionate about it. That isn't why he's here and even Percy has the sense to know that.
The compliment warrants his ears going a bit pink. He doesn't know if he's been called cute before. Handsome, mostly. He's so focused on the compliment he doesn't see the hand coming and gives the smallest start when his chin is taken. He stares up at Gyro with large eyes. He-
He hadn't meant this to be a physical lesson. Scrambling mentally backwards, he wonders where the hell he had made Gyro think that. His mouth was opened to correct this, to fix what was about to happen.
But then his mouth shuts.
Because he realizes that there was genuine attraction there. That it had happened once before, by the fire, when Percy had been lulled in by Gyro and thought maybe, just maybe, they could kiss. He bites the corner of his own lip and steps closer to Gyro until their hips are just barely touching.)
Yeah, course we are. You're my friend. I wouldn't drop that for anything.
(He means it so painfully sincere that it softens his voice and furrows his brows.)
Besides, it's not really all that gross to me.
(He'd thought that he actually kind of liked it. Particularly when he was doing it to other guys but getting it done to him- well. The body just didn't gross him out, he guessed.)
We're friends. I know that. That's why I'm here, you know. Cause I trust you and I trust- this. Us really to not get all weird after.