[ Ozpin has been close enough to touch for several moments now, but when he shifts to set his glass down he draws close enough that not touching is more difficult. Ford has to make a conscious effort to not shift his weight, to not fidget restlessly, to not so much as breathe too deeply. It's actually easier to make himself stand perfectly still and focus on tracing his gaze over the lines of Ozpin's jaw, throat, shoulders--
He looks up again in time to meet Ozpin's gaze. Despite just thinking that he shouldn't he draws in a slow, deep breath; he's almost disappointed when that doesn't actually bridge the minuscule gap between the two of them. Recognizing that disappointment, and recognizing how absurd it is, should be enough to snap him out of his haze of curiosity and anticipation. Instead it only has him wondering how and if he should try to deliberately close the gap between. He could step closer and do it himself, or offer a hand and let Ozpin make the decision, or maintain his distance and leave the entire decisions in Ozpin's hands. He's not sure which option he would like more because he's not sure which option would get him what he wants first.
Ozpin makes his offer and Ford knows it's his last chance to back out. He's reasonably confident that he won't be prevented from leaving later if he chooses, and entirely certain that he won't want to leave. There are partitioned off rooms for privacy and music loud enough to thwart any eavesdroppers. Once they leave the public eye no one will be interrupting them.
It's a terrible idea. Ford takes a step back. ]
We should.
[ His voice comes out steady and smooth and much more even than he expects. He almost sounds like he still has the situation under control, except that the distance between them suddenly feels like too much and he's antsy with the desire to close the gap again. ]
I know where we can find unoccupied private rooms.
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He looks up again in time to meet Ozpin's gaze. Despite just thinking that he shouldn't he draws in a slow, deep breath; he's almost disappointed when that doesn't actually bridge the minuscule gap between the two of them. Recognizing that disappointment, and recognizing how absurd it is, should be enough to snap him out of his haze of curiosity and anticipation. Instead it only has him wondering how and if he should try to deliberately close the gap between. He could step closer and do it himself, or offer a hand and let Ozpin make the decision, or maintain his distance and leave the entire decisions in Ozpin's hands. He's not sure which option he would like more because he's not sure which option would get him what he wants first.
Ozpin makes his offer and Ford knows it's his last chance to back out. He's reasonably confident that he won't be prevented from leaving later if he chooses, and entirely certain that he won't want to leave. There are partitioned off rooms for privacy and music loud enough to thwart any eavesdroppers. Once they leave the public eye no one will be interrupting them.
It's a terrible idea. Ford takes a step back. ]
We should.
[ His voice comes out steady and smooth and much more even than he expects. He almost sounds like he still has the situation under control, except that the distance between them suddenly feels like too much and he's antsy with the desire to close the gap again. ]
I know where we can find unoccupied private rooms.