[It's a tossup for Cater, too. As he flops down beside Fearless, he's still trying to decide where his head is at. He was the kind of person who could force himself to be energized even when he was running on empty, which...he's realizing now that he's horizontal, he very much is. Social battery hovering dangerously at 1%. The problem was, the guy he was with was much more likely to notice if Cater was forcing it, and he didn't want Fearless to think he was doing that because of him. Like he wanted it any less.
No, he did want to get fucked. He wanted to wrap himself up in anything that would allow him respite from his own brain. Wanted, in turn, to show Fearless a good time for the attention and consideration he'd given.
But right now, he can't stop staring at those stars.]
no subject
No, he did want to get fucked. He wanted to wrap himself up in anything that would allow him respite from his own brain. Wanted, in turn, to show Fearless a good time for the attention and consideration he'd given.
But right now, he can't stop staring at those stars.]
It's so beautiful.