[ John has been odd all day. Not a bad kind of odd, really--Poe likes the feeling of John's hand on his arm, the dozens of little touches as they wandered. John's eyes in the candlelight were hypnotizing, the meal quiet.
On their way back to the hotel, Poe fills the silence, at least for a while. Rambles first about improvements he's thinking about for the shuttle, then about the things that Jess Pava could do if she was on the moon. How they'd all have ships by now--she would have found a way to build them or dismantled a building trying. Then he gets quiet. Listens to the festivities as they go on, relaxing under John's hands, the need to speak fading.
He's pulling his keys out of the pocket of his jacket--the one John likes--when John takes his hand. Poe lifts John's hand up to kiss his knuckles. ] What is it? You've been quiet all day.
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On their way back to the hotel, Poe fills the silence, at least for a while. Rambles first about improvements he's thinking about for the shuttle, then about the things that Jess Pava could do if she was on the moon. How they'd all have ships by now--she would have found a way to build them or dismantled a building trying. Then he gets quiet. Listens to the festivities as they go on, relaxing under John's hands, the need to speak fading.
He's pulling his keys out of the pocket of his jacket--the one John likes--when John takes his hand. Poe lifts John's hand up to kiss his knuckles. ] What is it? You've been quiet all day.