[ Poe smiles when John pulls his hair, then runs his own fingers through John's as the man lies down with his cheek against Poe's chest. ] I still keep...
[ A pause. He keeps wondering, off and on, in quiet (dark) moments, what if everyone here is dead.
Easier, safer, to move on from the thought, particularly when he doesn't want to spoil this. The rough of John's cheek against his bare skin, the honesty that makes Poe feel strange and shy all over again.]
I'm just me. I'm the same as anybody else.
[ He looks down at the top of John's head, and shifts to wrap one leg over John to keep him close. ]
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Date: 2018-03-01 01:40 am (UTC)[ A pause. He keeps wondering, off and on, in quiet (dark) moments, what if everyone here is dead.
Easier, safer, to move on from the thought, particularly when he doesn't want to spoil this. The rough of John's cheek against his bare skin, the honesty that makes Poe feel strange and shy all over again.]
I'm just me. I'm the same as anybody else.
[ He looks down at the top of John's head, and shifts to wrap one leg over John to keep him close. ]
Is that a good thing?