[ Jean reaches down to rest his hand over that fist - whether metal or flesh it doesn't matter to him. ]
I like doing what my partners want. It's not uncommon to feel that way, but either we're meeting for something specific or we're checking in.
[ He'd checked in with Mikasa, when he touched her, taught her how to leave marks with her mouth, gave her every chance to back off and respected it when she did. ]
Did Alex... ever check with you about what you wanted?
I loved Alex. More than anything in the world. More than myself.
[ which is why dolph went wild when alex betrayed him. partly in fury, a rage that burned like no other. and a sorrow that went so deep, he welcomed a missile with open arms. ]
Maybe he did. But it's more likely . . . he didn't.
[ and that hurts to say. it hurts to speak bad of alex, even now. ]
[ More than myself. Jean had berated Eren, as a younger man, for acting dangerously precisely because Mikasa would follow him into any danger herself. His expression is sympathetic, not pitying. ]
Okay.
[ He uniquely understands how someone that deep might find it hard to speak ill of the person they loved. He doesn't say Alex was bad. ]
Well, I want to do what you want to do. I'll check in to make sure we're on the same page about those kinds of things. If you don't want something - you can always tell me, no matter how far into it we are.
[ Jean easily flops backwards despite the fact that his boots are still on, and opens his arms up, indicating Dolph should get in here and snuggle up, bare skin to bare skin.
Would he have liked to mess around more? Yes, but that's not his priority. He knows more about Dolph's previous relationship now - and he's not impressed by this Alex guy in the slightest. ]
[ dolph hesitates for a moment before shuffling close, trying to fold himself in jean's space. like he used to, with alex. one of his legs sidles on top of jean's as he tucks himself close. ]
[ Jean lets Dolph get comfortable, letting him rest his head on his arm or chest, whatever he prefers. The other arm does come down to wrap around Dolph as best as he can, fingers spreading out against his back, tilting his head down to kiss his forehead. ]
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I like doing what my partners want. It's not uncommon to feel that way, but either we're meeting for something specific or we're checking in.
[ He'd checked in with Mikasa, when he touched her, taught her how to leave marks with her mouth, gave her every chance to back off and respected it when she did. ]
Did Alex... ever check with you about what you wanted?
cw: mentions of attempted suicide
I loved Alex. More than anything in the world. More than myself.
[ which is why dolph went wild when alex betrayed him. partly in fury, a rage that burned like no other. and a sorrow that went so deep, he welcomed a missile with open arms. ]
Maybe he did. But it's more likely . . . he didn't.
[ and that hurts to say. it hurts to speak bad of alex, even now. ]
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Okay.
[ He uniquely understands how someone that deep might find it hard to speak ill of the person they loved. He doesn't say Alex was bad. ]
Well, I want to do what you want to do. I'll check in to make sure we're on the same page about those kinds of things. If you don't want something - you can always tell me, no matter how far into it we are.
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Wouldn't that be exhausting? Because I'm — [ broken. ashamed. the closeted little queer. ] — still . . . trying.
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[ He offers Dolph a sincere smile. ]
I'd rather hurt myself than hurt any of my partners like that.
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Okay. I'll try to speak my mind more.
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[ Jean leans in and presses a kiss to Dolph again, slow and sweet. ]
Do you want to lay down and hold each other?
[ That's something Mikasa likes, and Dolph liked the contact earlier. He wants Dolph to know he can have that without sex, too. ]
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Yes. I'd like that very much.
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Would he have liked to mess around more? Yes, but that's not his priority. He knows more about Dolph's previous relationship now - and he's not impressed by this Alex guy in the slightest. ]
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I've got you, okay? No matter what.
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Okay. . . . Okay.
good wrap point?
sounds good!