[Palamedes is excellent at hugs, for those who can appreciate skinny arms and a bit of a clutch. He's been sorely missing this much earnestly close contact since all but attaching himself to Camilla, months ago when she was here, and for an extended moment he simply wants to appreciate the physicality of it as much as he's appreciating Viktor. The lingering desire to reaffirm his own, hm, solidity after unceremoniously coming back from the dead hasn't completely gone away in a mere two weeks, who knew—
But those thoughts are for later, when he's feeling philosophical. This is Viktor, warm and a little clingy - a muted surprise that makes Palamedes quirk a smile, unseen - and breath against his neck, which is centering in a wholly different way than the philosophical, conveniently for his peace of mind.
He lingers on that, is still lingering on it when someone whistles and Viktor pulls back - but not all the way, which he'll linger on in turn. Is public hugging on the sexy party level, here in Trench? Huh!
Or: he boggles a bit, like he's just remembered there are other people in the room, hands lingering on Viktor in the same way.]
Oh; we're causing a scene. [Haha, hardly, and he looks at Viktor again with a flash of a grin.] You know, writing wasn't on the list.
[Why do they even make lists. He lingers close to Viktor for a moment too long, before letting go with a pang of - of something or other, to be put in its own box and considered later. The napkin gets folded up tidily and stuck in his pocket, and he looks at the empty glasses. Hmm.]
Do you want another drink? [like... he Could... but Should they, is the big question.]
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But those thoughts are for later, when he's feeling philosophical. This is Viktor, warm and a little clingy - a muted surprise that makes Palamedes quirk a smile, unseen - and breath against his neck, which is centering in a wholly different way than the philosophical, conveniently for his peace of mind.
He lingers on that, is still lingering on it when someone whistles and Viktor pulls back - but not all the way, which he'll linger on in turn. Is public hugging on the sexy party level, here in Trench? Huh!
Or: he boggles a bit, like he's just remembered there are other people in the room, hands lingering on Viktor in the same way.]
Oh; we're causing a scene. [Haha, hardly, and he looks at Viktor again with a flash of a grin.] You know, writing wasn't on the list.
[Why do they even make lists. He lingers close to Viktor for a moment too long, before letting go with a pang of - of something or other, to be put in its own box and considered later. The napkin gets folded up tidily and stuck in his pocket, and he looks at the empty glasses. Hmm.]
Do you want another drink? [like... he Could... but Should they, is the big question.]