[Whatever Liem was going to follow up with, when Matt speaks in reply, some shred of self-awareness seems belatedly to place a staying hand on him. He hesitates where he is, wrapped around Matt as if he’s contemplating crawling right into his lap. Chagrin darkens his cheeks.]
Oh—
[This—whatever this is—he’s made it weird, hasn’t he. He notes the soft, fuzzy feeling at the edges of his thoughts, realizes how near-instantaneously he’d used Matt’s comforting physical contact as an excuse to come onto him. He experiences the familiar, crawling certainty that he is in the process of dragging his own meagre reputation through the mud all because of a lifetime’s loneliness and a moment’s impulse.
His hand retreats from Matt’s face as he withdraws just far enough to direct a cautious look at him.]
no subject
Oh—
[This—whatever this is—he’s made it weird, hasn’t he. He notes the soft, fuzzy feeling at the edges of his thoughts, realizes how near-instantaneously he’d used Matt’s comforting physical contact as an excuse to come onto him. He experiences the familiar, crawling certainty that he is in the process of dragging his own meagre reputation through the mud all because of a lifetime’s loneliness and a moment’s impulse.
His hand retreats from Matt’s face as he withdraws just far enough to direct a cautious look at him.]
Am I being importunate?