[And so his first reaction to it all is a chuckle of sorts. Normally his chuckles are with more purpose. Forced and joking and in your face, but this one is sheepish, and he's quick to shift with it. Some form of nervous fidgeting probably. A quick duck of his head closer, kissing at Jack's neck quickly before he pulls away slowly and sits up, back turning to him as he stays seated on the bed.]
That's just what happens when you get out of practice, I guess! [Crude. And so mismatched with that chuckle.
Already he's missing the closeness of Jack's cool skin, but having already pulled away like this he'll simply turn to glance over his shoulder at the guy.
...What was he doing. This was bad, right? Jack would be better off with someone else. Not having to deal with him and all of his issues, he'd only end up hurting him somehow and just--
Letting out a short sigh, he smiles and leans back a bit on his hands, eyes still fixed on Jack.
I'm no good at things like this. What am I supposed to say?]
Not bad. [And that, with the smirk that follows, is something he's rather sure was not the top of the list of things he should say in this moment. Crude and horrible all over he guesses...
2/2 shakes head
[And so his first reaction to it all is a chuckle of sorts. Normally his chuckles are with more purpose. Forced and joking and in your face, but this one is sheepish, and he's quick to shift with it. Some form of nervous fidgeting probably. A quick duck of his head closer, kissing at Jack's neck quickly before he pulls away slowly and sits up, back turning to him as he stays seated on the bed.]
That's just what happens when you get out of practice, I guess! [Crude. And so mismatched with that chuckle.
Already he's missing the closeness of Jack's cool skin, but having already pulled away like this he'll simply turn to glance over his shoulder at the guy.
...What was he doing. This was bad, right? Jack would be better off with someone else. Not having to deal with him and all of his issues, he'd only end up hurting him somehow and just--
Letting out a short sigh, he smiles and leans back a bit on his hands, eyes still fixed on Jack.
I'm no good at things like this. What am I supposed to say?]
Not bad. [And that, with the smirk that follows, is something he's rather sure was not the top of the list of things he should say in this moment. Crude and horrible all over he guesses...
But what is expressing himself.]