[It'd be easy to say forget it, or wait until morning, or they'll talk about stuff as it comes up--that last part is true, naturally, but he doesn't say any of that right away. He has to think about it, really consider.
That unspoken word floats to the forefront again. But he can't go there, not yet. Too big a word, love, too frightening. Too easy to misuse. He lets it sink again.]
We gotta figure out rooming. We can get away with this right now, but...if you wanted to stay, that'd be another discussion.
[Which is fucking wild that he can't bring himself to say The L Word but is perfectly willing to float the idea of Loki moving in with him. It's not like he has much, but it's a space meant for one, and anyway, that kind of move would probably be noticed. Maybe not immediately, but eventually.]
But that can also be something for later instead of now. [He nuzzles against Loki lightly, presses a kiss to his forehead.] I'm not gonna let this change how I treat you on the daily. You're still my responsibility, and I'm still gonna call you out when you're being a shithead. Don't think I'm about to go all soft on you just because we're a thing.
[ Loki's brow furrows in gentle confusion and contemplation, immediately smoothed out by Mobius' kiss. ]
I hadn't realized staying was an option available to me.
[ Hadn't realized that it was something Mobius would tolerate, living with Loki, much less consider.
It's probably for the best that Mobius doesn't bring up love. Loki is unused to the concept being applied to himself and is already internally reeling, just a little, at the changes on the horizon. He's not afraid, not exactly, just... it's a lot of changes.
But he smiles, when Mobius promises that he won't go easy on him, and Loki shifts deeper into the other man's arms. ] Good, I wouldn't want you to.
[It's warm, cozy, safe. To be wrapped up in one another this way, what feels like away from the world. And the physicality is easier. This whole encounter has been emotionally trying. Not just for Loki. Not with the way Mobius found himself oscillating wildly between nervousness and the desire to carve his initials on Loki's heart.
He tries to quiet the part of him that thinks that maybe he's finally bitten off more than he can chew, that making himself responsible for that very heart is a step too far, that he's going to fumble it, drop it, shatter it to pieces.]
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That unspoken word floats to the forefront again. But he can't go there, not yet. Too big a word, love, too frightening. Too easy to misuse. He lets it sink again.]
We gotta figure out rooming. We can get away with this right now, but...if you wanted to stay, that'd be another discussion.
[Which is fucking wild that he can't bring himself to say The L Word but is perfectly willing to float the idea of Loki moving in with him. It's not like he has much, but it's a space meant for one, and anyway, that kind of move would probably be noticed. Maybe not immediately, but eventually.]
But that can also be something for later instead of now. [He nuzzles against Loki lightly, presses a kiss to his forehead.] I'm not gonna let this change how I treat you on the daily. You're still my responsibility, and I'm still gonna call you out when you're being a shithead. Don't think I'm about to go all soft on you just because we're a thing.
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I hadn't realized staying was an option available to me.
[ Hadn't realized that it was something Mobius would tolerate, living with Loki, much less consider.
It's probably for the best that Mobius doesn't bring up love. Loki is unused to the concept being applied to himself and is already internally reeling, just a little, at the changes on the horizon. He's not afraid, not exactly, just... it's a lot of changes.
But he smiles, when Mobius promises that he won't go easy on him, and Loki shifts deeper into the other man's arms. ] Good, I wouldn't want you to.
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He tries to quiet the part of him that thinks that maybe he's finally bitten off more than he can chew, that making himself responsible for that very heart is a step too far, that he's going to fumble it, drop it, shatter it to pieces.]
Get some rest. I'll be right here.