[ to be fair to winslow, it's also just how he functions now. it'd be like losing an arm or an eye to be without those abilities long-term, because he uses them to work, to fight, everything. what better way to steal something than to simply walk through the wall to get to it, then find an easy, secluded place to sneak out without being seen?
nothing better. ]
Mm. Yes, that caution has stuck around for the most part. We can both take care to be that way. No more secret plan changes, no more strangers anywhere closer than arm's length until they earn it.
[ and he does manage to calm a bit, though the kiss is part of what helps that along. he breathes easier, even sighs as he leans against him and listens to what he has to say. he nods. ]
There are... Parts of it that you do know, in the when that I'm from. I'll be able to talk about things more once I've had some time, I think. You're right. And... Honestly, people keep complaining, but if here has given me you, I—
[ he flushes at the kiss, having forgotten the scars were even there. but something happens when branlon pulls the whole romantic bit only to have it blow up in his face. winslow stands there, face in hands, shoulders shaking, peeking through his fingers to catch the look and just.
he's laughing. he's laughing hard, the sort of breezy, wheezing almost-cackle he'd let out when something well and truly tickled him to the core. a rarity even at their best, if only because normally his humor is much more muted in general. ]
Fuck, I needed that.
[ the laugh, not the gross handkerchief. but when he drops his hands he's smiling and he puts his hands on his shoulders and rocks from his heels to the balls of his feet to stretch up and press a kiss to his mouth. ]
when youre right youre right
[ to be fair to winslow, it's also just how he functions now. it'd be like losing an arm or an eye to be without those abilities long-term, because he uses them to work, to fight, everything. what better way to steal something than to simply walk through the wall to get to it, then find an easy, secluded place to sneak out without being seen?
nothing better. ]
Mm. Yes, that caution has stuck around for the most part. We can both take care to be that way. No more secret plan changes, no more strangers anywhere closer than arm's length until they earn it.
[ and he does manage to calm a bit, though the kiss is part of what helps that along. he breathes easier, even sighs as he leans against him and listens to what he has to say. he nods. ]
There are... Parts of it that you do know, in the when that I'm from. I'll be able to talk about things more once I've had some time, I think. You're right. And... Honestly, people keep complaining, but if here has given me you, I—
[ he flushes at the kiss, having forgotten the scars were even there. but something happens when branlon pulls the whole romantic bit only to have it blow up in his face. winslow stands there, face in hands, shoulders shaking, peeking through his fingers to catch the look and just.
he's laughing. he's laughing hard, the sort of breezy, wheezing almost-cackle he'd let out when something well and truly tickled him to the core. a rarity even at their best, if only because normally his humor is much more muted in general. ]
Fuck, I needed that.
[ the laugh, not the gross handkerchief. but when he drops his hands he's smiling and he puts his hands on his shoulders and rocks from his heels to the balls of his feet to stretch up and press a kiss to his mouth. ]
You're worth every second. I love you.