[ He's still looking, eyes lazy with consideration. He draws his hand back through John hair slowly, lets his fingertips slide down from the point of John's ear to his jawline, rotating his hand just enough that he's ghosting his knuckles along John's jaw and letting them rest under the point of John's chin, lifting his head just a fraction.
He's not thinking about the consequences. He's not thinking about much of anything, except how he would probably kiss John if his mouth didn't taste the way it does. It isn't fair to inflict that on anyone else.
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Date: 2018-01-17 06:00 am (UTC)He's not thinking about the consequences. He's not thinking about much of anything, except how he would probably kiss John if his mouth didn't taste the way it does. It isn't fair to inflict that on anyone else.
Poe lets his hand drop. ]
Mmhm.