You've not met the mistletoe, yet. [Rhade sounds amused, but is noticing that Dylan is getting very close.
And that his pulse is spiking against his will, and every effort not to think of him that way. His eyes flicker from Dylan's bright blues down to his mouth, and back up again.]
It's not unreasonable. [This time the brush of knees is more shifted position than willful effort to distract. He actually thinks for a moment about slipping his hand into Dylan's jar and collecting a few stones, but his fingers just fumble along the table and trace the edge.]
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And that his pulse is spiking against his will, and every effort not to think of him that way. His eyes flicker from Dylan's bright blues down to his mouth, and back up again.]
It's not unreasonable. [This time the brush of knees is more shifted position than willful effort to distract. He actually thinks for a moment about slipping his hand into Dylan's jar and collecting a few stones, but his fingers just fumble along the table and trace the edge.]