[He does. Really. Poe has a way with words. Especially when he's talking about ships, or back home. The people and places there. If John closes his eyes, he can almost see them. A couple glasses of wine helps his imagination. And his nerves.
The buzz has almost worn off. John's fine with that. He wants his head to be clear. Tonight, Poe deserves all of his attention, and John's going to give it to him.
John pulls his hand, holding Poe's hand, back towards himself so he can kiss the inside of Poe's wrist.]
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[He does. Really. Poe has a way with words. Especially when he's talking about ships, or back home. The people and places there. If John closes his eyes, he can almost see them. A couple glasses of wine helps his imagination. And his nerves.
The buzz has almost worn off. John's fine with that. He wants his head to be clear. Tonight, Poe deserves all of his attention, and John's going to give it to him.
John pulls his hand, holding Poe's hand, back towards himself so he can kiss the inside of Poe's wrist.]
Hey. Can I ask you something?