[ thomas hadn't doubted his welcome or worried that john would take back the invitation, but it is still a relief to see a familiar face, to leave the streets and the amount of skin on display there and inside the brothel both behind. john is familiar and while that familiarity does nothing to lessen the need that's burning underneath thomas' skin, that makes it difficult to think of anything other than touching and being touched, of sinking to his knees, it takes away the sting of discomfort that's come with it. ]
I'm fine.
[ the answer is reflexive. thomas takes a step into the room, and, closing the door behind him, another. closer to john. he drags in a breath. ] I think - there's something in the air, isn't there? [ he's fighting hard to make his voice sound composed. ]
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I'm fine.
[ the answer is reflexive. thomas takes a step into the room, and, closing the door behind him, another. closer to john. he drags in a breath. ] I think - there's something in the air, isn't there? [ he's fighting hard to make his voice sound composed. ]