One. [He's honest, at least. Well--] One person I'd tell. Then that's not counting her uh... partners she'd slip it to, who would... and not to mention Byrne's always trying to get into my business, Luca asks questions...
[That doesn't sound great. He should still come visit him.] It won't be the whole District. Promise.
[That's so much gutter gossip... Jindosh sighs, squeezing his hold around Paolo tighter as if to say that he probably doesn't mind. Not entirely. As long as no one comes trying to speak to him about it, he won't mind much.]
Then I will assume that by the time you return, half the district will have heard. [So much faith.]
That sounds about right. [He'll admit it, since there's just no point in lying. Paolo lays an arm over him, slipping his hand under Jindosh's shirt to trace his fingers over the small of his back.]
It's like I said. Anybody that come at your door is a dead man, but you don't really need my help in that department. [With you know. Those things that stabbed him the first time he showed up.]
[Jindosh shouldn't be so satisfied with just a simple touch, but against all odds he practically melts into Paolo at that one. Not in the same way Paolo goes to pieces over being touched, but—relaxing. He's relaxed.
Ignore that, ignore everything about the way his seemingly ever-present tension starts to unwind at once. Don't say anything.] No, I don't. Only two people have ever managed to reach me, even when I leave the door unlocked.
[Be proud of yourself, babe!! Jindosh is proud of his murder machines.]
[He won't say anything, but he does keep his fingers there, running his fingers along his spine. He's spent hours and hours looking at this man, yet he doesn't look at him any less fondly.
He is proud of himself for getting that far.] Nobody else deserves to get that far... even if I uh, cheated.
[Well it feels nice and Paolo doesn't immediately make him get defensive over his reaction, so - this is allowed. Jindosh can stay relaxed like this, and everything.]
[Paolo's hand stills for a second, his jaw clenching at thinking of the other stranger. He didn't ask, he wouldn't ask, not with the risk of him slipping when they were having such a nice evening.
He settles his hand at his side, squeezing and tangling their legs to reaffirm he wasn't going anywhere.] Should make you a charm when I get back. I'll show you how.
[He's excited, let him have this. Let him make just one and he'll probably be satisfied. He'll be thinking about it all day tomorrow, good job.]
Thank you, [he says, and he means for the charms, but it comes out softer and more genuine than just the charms. Thank you for... caring about him? Go to sleep.]
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And I can... say that, if I wanted. Us. To people. Outside. [He's 12.]
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Hmm. Yes. [a beat] How many of your people are interested...?
[If it's going to be like nobility gossip but dirtier, it will take him even longer to come visit.]
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[That doesn't sound great. He should still come visit him.] It won't be the whole District. Promise.
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Then I will assume that by the time you return, half the district will have heard. [So much faith.]
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It's like I said. Anybody that come at your door is a dead man, but you don't really need my help in that department. [With you know. Those things that stabbed him the first time he showed up.]
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Ignore that, ignore everything about the way his seemingly ever-present tension starts to unwind at once. Don't say anything.] No, I don't. Only two people have ever managed to reach me, even when I leave the door unlocked.
[Be proud of yourself, babe!! Jindosh is proud of his murder machines.]
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He is proud of himself for getting that far.] Nobody else deserves to get that far... even if I uh, cheated.
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So did the other one. [dark times,] You learned.
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He settles his hand at his side, squeezing and tangling their legs to reaffirm he wasn't going anywhere.] Should make you a charm when I get back. I'll show you how.
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That's your word. I'm holding you to that, Paolo, so don't disappoint me.
[charms!!!!!!!]
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I keep my promises. I'll bring some uh... materials. Tomorrow. [Now shut up and be a good pillow.] Promise.
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Thank you, [he says, and he means for the charms, but it comes out softer and more genuine than just the charms. Thank you for... caring about him? Go to sleep.]