Now, the lack of reaction on Paul's part does not in fact reflect how much he desperately wants to react and held back because, yes, Daryl hadn't reacted. So really that silence is spent with equal parts trying to relax and also feeling pretty damn guilty even though that was definitely purposeful, that isn't fair but then life isn't fair, is it? Life isn't fair and it's not fair that he's just sitting here really, really turned on (more than we, as a narrative element, have previously let on) and looking at Daryl and trying to not feel awkward or make him feel awkward but then there's a hand at his wrist and he glances from it and back to Daryl's face, brows knitting together once
before he leans over the table, that same hand pressing flat against the surface of it while his other one catches Daryl by the collar and drag him in for a kiss that's already almost bruising from the start. Yeah, okay, that's a reaction. Not a beautiful movie-perfect scene of shoving shit off a table and climbing onto it, but. Reaction. This kiss is brief because he still doesn't want to press too hard but his breath still shakes as he pulls away. The hand at his collar smooths out, up the side of his neck, around to his nape, nails scraping across the skin as he presses their foreheads together. Then he kisses him again. It's the most outright aggressive he's been, really. So there's that.
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Now, the lack of reaction on Paul's part does not in fact reflect how much he desperately wants to react and held back because, yes, Daryl hadn't reacted. So really that silence is spent with equal parts trying to relax and also feeling pretty damn guilty even though that was definitely purposeful, that isn't fair but then life isn't fair, is it? Life isn't fair and it's not fair that he's just sitting here really, really turned on (more than we, as a narrative element, have previously let on) and looking at Daryl and trying to not feel awkward or make him feel awkward but then there's a hand at his wrist and he glances from it and back to Daryl's face, brows knitting together once
before he leans over the table, that same hand pressing flat against the surface of it while his other one catches Daryl by the collar and drag him in for a kiss that's already almost bruising from the start. Yeah, okay, that's a reaction. Not a beautiful movie-perfect scene of shoving shit off a table and climbing onto it, but. Reaction. This kiss is brief because he still doesn't want to press too hard but his breath still shakes as he pulls away. The hand at his collar smooths out, up the side of his neck, around to his nape, nails scraping across the skin as he presses their foreheads together. Then he kisses him again. It's the most outright aggressive he's been, really. So there's that.