I could figure out something. Lord knows I'm good at finding things.
[ He really doesn't mind it at all - relaxes even, under the attention. Having Daryl idly do whatever is one thing, but being purposely tactile is... nice. He's not going to open up enough to say that obviously, but. Well. The thought is there. ]
I probably could, but honestly I'm not really in the mood to try it out and see. Last thing I need is to be floating around snapping my teeth.
[ WHY IS EVERYTHING SO MORBID? ]
Besides, you like me enough to not want me to drown. [ Confident. ]
[Even joking he couldn't bring himself to say he wanted to see someone dead that he didn't actually want to see dead. He hadn't really put much thought into taking the Houdini joke that far despite his mention of drowning because he'd had it in his head it was a foregone conclusion Jesus could get out of any kind of situation like that.
Still, it was hard to sound firm on that kind of agreement. Like if he was, he'd be admitting or agreeing to more than he was ready to.]
Guess so.
[It came out soft and after Daryl fell silent. His hands continued their work on Jesus's shins, moving down from the knee to his ankles. Pausing at his boots before sliding down and resting on them. He wasn't sure if he should tell the guy to take 'em off or just leave the massage at that. But a moment later he pulled his hand back and let them both rest once more on Jesus' legs. Asking that would be too much. Too familiar. He was just giving his hands something to do, not really trying to help the guy relax.
[ As morbid as his quiet sense of humor could be, he'd meant it about Daryl liking him enough to not really want him dead. If he had, Jesus would have been dead that first day. He still counts himself lucky every day that he'd made the right judgment about the personalities of Rick Grimes and Daryl Dixon when he'd been watching them from afar.
Then again, he's always been a good judge of character. ]
If it helps, I like you plenty well enough too.
[ As though that isn't obvious enough. He watches Daryl's hands move though, following their trek, and when he stops Jesus just smiles a little to himself, resting his arm on the back of the couch. When he speaks it's easy: there's no underlying meaning behind it, it's not strange or flirty, it just is what it is. ]
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[ He really doesn't mind it at all - relaxes even, under the attention. Having Daryl idly do whatever is one thing, but being purposely tactile is... nice. He's not going to open up enough to say that obviously, but. Well. The thought is there. ]
I probably could, but honestly I'm not really in the mood to try it out and see. Last thing I need is to be floating around snapping my teeth.
[ WHY IS EVERYTHING SO MORBID? ]
Besides, you like me enough to not want me to drown. [ Confident. ]
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Still, it was hard to sound firm on that kind of agreement. Like if he was, he'd be admitting or agreeing to more than he was ready to.]
Guess so.
[It came out soft and after Daryl fell silent. His hands continued their work on Jesus's shins, moving down from the knee to his ankles. Pausing at his boots before sliding down and resting on them. He wasn't sure if he should tell the guy to take 'em off or just leave the massage at that. But a moment later he pulled his hand back and let them both rest once more on Jesus' legs. Asking that would be too much. Too familiar. He was just giving his hands something to do, not really trying to help the guy relax.
He was already relaxed enough as it was.]
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Then again, he's always been a good judge of character. ]
If it helps, I like you plenty well enough too.
[ As though that isn't obvious enough. He watches Daryl's hands move though, following their trek, and when he stops Jesus just smiles a little to himself, resting his arm on the back of the couch. When he speaks it's easy: there's no underlying meaning behind it, it's not strange or flirty, it just is what it is. ]
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