[It feels like he conceded something and he doesn't know what it is, and Gepard kind of hates the fact that it felt like he gave something away- something important, something he never wanted Sampo to know. He hates it, and he hates the fact that Sampo's taking it all in stride, seemingly content to have an increasingly surly blond arm in arm, two men walking to a common destination.
He hates it. He hates the fact he likes it. That there's something that warms inside of him as Sampo determinedly insists on being with him no matter what he does, arm in arm, walking towards the same destination.]
Fine.
[And he looks away from Sampo again. They've got a cafe to get to. Sampo is hungry.]
You're being a lot clingier than I ever thought you would be. [The arm in arm thing.] What changed?
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Date: 2024-10-14 03:15 am (UTC)He hates it. He hates the fact he likes it. That there's something that warms inside of him as Sampo determinedly insists on being with him no matter what he does, arm in arm, walking towards the same destination.]
Fine.
[And he looks away from Sampo again. They've got a cafe to get to. Sampo is hungry.]
You're being a lot clingier than I ever thought you would be. [The arm in arm thing.] What changed?