[ Has anyone ever called him sweet? Anyone who wasn't somehow brushing him off, anyone who meant it as a good thing? ]
No--
[ Poe makes a startled noise somewhere along the lines of gack, attempting at first to shield himself, instinctive self-defense. Then he lets it happen, rolling over so he's on his back, bare-chested, the chain through his mother's ring trailing down one side of his neck. He never takes that off, a parallel to John's dog tags, his reasons both different and the same.
This time when John descends with a kiss, Poe meets him, kissing him back fiercely. His words are far shyer. ]
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No--
[ Poe makes a startled noise somewhere along the lines of gack, attempting at first to shield himself, instinctive self-defense. Then he lets it happen, rolling over so he's on his back, bare-chested, the chain through his mother's ring trailing down one side of his neck. He never takes that off, a parallel to John's dog tags, his reasons both different and the same.
This time when John descends with a kiss, Poe meets him, kissing him back fiercely. His words are far shyer. ]
I like you too.