" My handsome boy . You don't have to force a smoke if you can't take it . "
:- she placed her hand a top his that held the cigarette, bringing his hand up to take a drag herself. She leaned in closer to him waiting for him to obey. -:
" Open up . "
He waved a hand dismissively as he cleared his throat, a harsh cough rattling through him before he forced it down. His lips curled into a faint, lopsided smirk, eyes glinting with a mix of embarrassment and amusement.
“Perhaps… I’m merely… trying to extend my time with you”
:- she welcomed the kiss, gently pressing her hand against his cheek. She felt her heart flutter from it, wanting to do it again and again. -:
" I try not to be with such a high demand project . "
:- kissing his cheek with a small sound. Her body was practically leaning on him now. Wanting him to feel comforted to stop for a moment. She hated seeing him so invested to where it messed his body up. -:
" Perhaps you are, my darling . It's a lot on the mind for what you do for the sake of a new humanity . "
:- She leaned herself down, whispering the last part to him. She loved egging him on about his project; his lifes work. She tightened her grip on his shoulders - -:
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" Looks like someone can't handle it , can you ? "
:- She teasted him, putting a hand on her hip and watching as he tried to take a long drag off the cigarette. Her eyes followed his rvery move, knowing her couldn't handle it. -:
instinctive cough that threatened to shatter the calm he was trying so desperately to project. His eyes watered slightly, and he blinked rapidly, fighting it down.
“Mm…” he said, forcing it into a low, approving hum as if the act itself had been exactly what he intended.
:- She walked up right behind his chair, holding his shoulders. She gently massaged them as she spoke in a soft tone to him, her eyes caredully examining his eyes and body movement. -:
" My, I would've thought you were someone else with those eyes . "
through without startling him.
“No.” he said automatically, clipped, and reflexive. A defense born of habit more than intent. A lie, of course. His eyes were bloodshot- sharp, but unfocused at the edges. He didn’t bother looking at her just yet. “I had it”.
" I suppose I could share . "
:- She smirked as her tone was sly, handed the cigarette to him. Her body language was soft when around him, showing no signs of tensity. -:
“You’re contaminating airflow, you know.”
His eyes lingered on the cigarette between her fingers longer than strictly necessary, “You could at least be generous about it..”, he said he held out a hand for it.
[ Notes were scattered everywhere, pages torn from clipboards as if wrenched free mid-thought.
A storm he had deliberately unleashed to quiet the one inside his skull. ]