Well the warmth of the others hands took him aback a bit.
" God Damn - handwarmers built in huh . " He chuckled softly .
" probably i suppose . Depends how long im in the area . "
Not all that odd. The kind of life they live in, isn’t it?
Eden’s hand is burning. Fever-warm, touch secure but gentle to avoid lethal-looking nails grazing skin. He pumps twice and takes his hand back with a dopey grin.
“Ed’s fine. Hey, I’ll probably see yeh around, Li.”
He took the others hand, afirm grasp . . His hands were already callused for how young he looks .
Odd .
" i see Becket . "
Hell call him what he was introduced by unless he's told other wise .
The hand stays out. Hovering. Waiting to be shaken. Make friends, right? Make nice.
“Yeah. Only my mum calls me my full name. Everybody else calls me Ed. Or Beckett. Or a lot of really insulting shite,” laughter rolling out again.
He isn’t really well aware of the fact that no one care if he’s gay or not . It’s just how he’s been raised . In fear for the most part .
He just stared at the other , confused by that finger snap . .
“ uh . . Lionel . . Li(Lee) . No one calls me my actual name because I -
His hand moved up to rub his face .
“ I’m in the military yes- I don’t fuck around “
liar .
“ this is what I got goin for me . If I make a scene then I might as well not have anything going for me anymore . My guys are strict . . “
Well he can’t comment on this one-