He glares back at Faraday when he tells him to stop, because he thinks he's due for some irritation and panic, despite the fact that he doesn't want to do anything other than lean into Faraday's body, wrapping both hands around his neck like he might strangle him.
Instead, he buries his fingers in Faraday's hair and holds on tight, staring at him and trying to tell himself that Faraday's right, that they'll be fine, but they won't be. "Fuck me," he insists sharply. If he's going to calm down from this, if he's going to have half a chance at it, then he needs to be distracted.
Otherwise, he'll just think about how close he came, or he'll be stuck thinking about what his life turns into after this.
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Date: 2018-06-27 01:30 am (UTC)Instead, he buries his fingers in Faraday's hair and holds on tight, staring at him and trying to tell himself that Faraday's right, that they'll be fine, but they won't be. "Fuck me," he insists sharply. If he's going to calm down from this, if he's going to have half a chance at it, then he needs to be distracted.
Otherwise, he'll just think about how close he came, or he'll be stuck thinking about what his life turns into after this.