[There's no excuses. There's no reason to fall back on except reason itself. He finds himself back in Silco's orbit all the time, a gravitational pull that he can't escape any more. Silco has seen too much of him. And vice versa. The secrecy is nice, itching at their latent paranoia, but its moments like this that stand all the more brilliant because of how in tune they are.]
[How frightening. Silco is not the same man he met at the beginning of all this. And neither is he, for Silco. Irreparably changed. Molded to their desires.]
[Obsessed.]
[Silco's adroit fingers push his bangs back, carress his face. His own hand moves to the small of his slender little back, pulling him in.]
[He smiles against his lips, more warm than he means to.]
no subject
[How frightening. Silco is not the same man he met at the beginning of all this. And neither is he, for Silco. Irreparably changed. Molded to their desires.]
[Obsessed.]
[Silco's adroit fingers push his bangs back, carress his face. His own hand moves to the small of his slender little back, pulling him in.]
[He smiles against his lips, more warm than he means to.]
Do you even know how to dance?