[Poe pulls him close, and John doesn't resist. Why would he? In this universe, there's nowhere he'd rather be.
He looks down at Poe. Admires him. His dark eyelashes, thick swirls of his curly hair, and dust of shadow along his jaw. The sharp lines of his brow and nose. Olive skin.
How the hell did he get here, with this man? Lord knows he doesn't deserve him.
For a moment, he almost changes his mind. Backs down. Afraid of losing the safety of this moment in the pursuit of something different. Then John reminds me himself of the night before last, and how it changed him. He's been so relaxed since then. He feels lighter. Brighter. Happier.]
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He looks down at Poe. Admires him. His dark eyelashes, thick swirls of his curly hair, and dust of shadow along his jaw. The sharp lines of his brow and nose. Olive skin.
How the hell did he get here, with this man? Lord knows he doesn't deserve him.
For a moment, he almost changes his mind. Backs down. Afraid of losing the safety of this moment in the pursuit of something different. Then John reminds me himself of the night before last, and how it changed him. He's been so relaxed since then. He feels lighter. Brighter. Happier.]
Do you trust me?