[Theyâre both having a very hard time. Ain wants what he doesnât understand, and Wolfwood wants what he does understand but feels would be out of line for him to pursue. He wantsâŚhe just wants. He wants and wants because heâs a filthy degenerate whoâs going to Hell and maybe heâs made peace with that. He doesnât know.
Heâs feeling that same empty anguish as they get up together, especially since there are other couples around now. All of them men and women, because itâs the 50s who else would it be? Theyâre holding hands and smooching and Wolfwood thinks he needs to get out of here before he breaks something.
So, heâll guide them back to his bike, feeling antsy as if that cigarette did absolutely nothing for him. He almost reaches for a second, but thinks better of it.]
YeahâŚyouâre fine, donât worry. If anyone asks you can say somebody spilled a beer on you. Thatâs happened to me before.
[Fucking where would this happen in the north side, Ishmael would kill them.
Anyway. Theyâre back at the bike, and Wolfwood has not gotten on yet. Heâs kinda just standing there because the bus stop is in walking distance and he doesnât want to go. He wonât have reason to get back off the bike when he drops Ain off, heâll just drive homeâŚso thatâs going to be it for a week. Right?
Right�
WolfwoodâŚdoes something he shouldnât. Not in public, certainly not with a man heâs still tangentially friends with, crush or not. He looks down at Ain and lets the impulse win, bending down just enough to wrap him in a hug. A front facing hug, the kind god fearing men do NOT do. He figures people see, some of them look away while others make faces of disgust, but nobody can see who it is at a distance, not with Wolfwoodâs face hidden in Ainâs shoulder and his cuff links disguised under his arms.
He squeezes him tight. Hugs him close to his heavily beating heart, as if that will let Ain know his feelings. He very nearly lifts him off the ground due to their slight height difference, but manages just barely not toâŚthough it might leave Ain briefly on his tiptoes before Wolfwood pulls away.]
Sorry, I- I just wanted toâŚI dunno. Youâve been good to me, despite where Iâm from, so I- Iâm sorry.
[He rushes to the bike, grabbing his helmet so he can slam it on his head, figuring in the back of his mind that Ain may not want to come back after that one.]
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Date: 2024-02-10 10:06 pm (UTC)Heâs feeling that same empty anguish as they get up together, especially since there are other couples around now. All of them men and women, because itâs the 50s who else would it be? Theyâre holding hands and smooching and Wolfwood thinks he needs to get out of here before he breaks something.
So, heâll guide them back to his bike, feeling antsy as if that cigarette did absolutely nothing for him. He almost reaches for a second, but thinks better of it.]
YeahâŚyouâre fine, donât worry. If anyone asks you can say somebody spilled a beer on you. Thatâs happened to me before.
[Fucking where would this happen in the north side, Ishmael would kill them.
Anyway. Theyâre back at the bike, and Wolfwood has not gotten on yet. Heâs kinda just standing there because the bus stop is in walking distance and he doesnât want to go. He wonât have reason to get back off the bike when he drops Ain off, heâll just drive homeâŚso thatâs going to be it for a week. Right?
Right�
WolfwoodâŚdoes something he shouldnât. Not in public, certainly not with a man heâs still tangentially friends with, crush or not. He looks down at Ain and lets the impulse win, bending down just enough to wrap him in a hug. A front facing hug, the kind god fearing men do NOT do. He figures people see, some of them look away while others make faces of disgust, but nobody can see who it is at a distance, not with Wolfwoodâs face hidden in Ainâs shoulder and his cuff links disguised under his arms.
He squeezes him tight. Hugs him close to his heavily beating heart, as if that will let Ain know his feelings. He very nearly lifts him off the ground due to their slight height difference, but manages just barely not toâŚthough it might leave Ain briefly on his tiptoes before Wolfwood pulls away.]
Sorry, I- I just wanted toâŚI dunno. Youâve been good to me, despite where Iâm from, so I- Iâm sorry.
[He rushes to the bike, grabbing his helmet so he can slam it on his head, figuring in the back of his mind that Ain may not want to come back after that one.]