[Daryl either didn't notice or mention that surprise, just popping the cap of his own bottle to take a long drink, letting out a sound of satisfaction, low in his throat at something that tasted a million times better than the vodka did. Settling back again, and with the small bits of contact, Jesus could probably feel him easing slightly, relaxing.
The universe was up in the air, but Daryl had no issues with sitting right where they were for as long as they could manage, a small bit of peace and quiet that really, he didn't doubt they both needed.]
[ either option is fine. he's happy to just sit and drink his beer and be pleased with what they have. now that they're comfortable again he drops his hand to lay against daryl's leg, pinky finger just resting near his knee. it's small but it's important to him.
he's still not demanding in the least but eventually he slumps into the cushions a bit, head tipping just enough that barely, just barely, his temple rests against daryl's shoulder. it's oddly intimate and oddly vulnerable; daryl could easily just tell him to fuck off. ]
[He didn't seem to mind the contact, there was no twitch or tensing to him at the shifts Jesus made. Just staying put, enjoying his beer.
He might not give any response, but it was definitely telling how Daryl didn't say anything about Jesus's head against his shoulder. Only casting a brief glance towards the other man, showing that he did notice, but well...
[ jesus breathes in slow and breathes out slower, any remaining tension in his shoulders releasing utterly as he let himself be utterly relaxed there against him. it means his weight rests a little more on daryl's shoulder that way but since he doesn't seem to mind it jesus is pretty sure this will be all right too.
he closes his eyes. it's another show of vulnerability: being comfortable enough around someone to close your eyes with them. ]
[It was surprising in a way. He'd gotten used to people feeling relaxed around him, the few friends he had, but this was entirely new.
But he couldn't bring himself to say a word against it, easing slightly himself after a long moment's thought. It was nice, he had to admit, having someone who trusted him that much.
And it was even nicer that it was Jesus in particular.]
[ for a long time nothing else changes, just relaxing. jesus is endlessly letting daryl acclimate to his presence, to his touch. it's easy for him to do, like breathing. it's so strange to take things slow in times like this but he doesn't mind it at all.
eventually he does shift, head still nestled against daryl's shoulder. it's just his hand that moves again, blindly searching out daryl's so he can at the very least hook a single finger through some of his. again requesting, not demanding. just seeking. ]
[Jesus's patience in this situation seems to be helping, Daryl didn't feel nearly as uncomfortable with the new contact as he might be with any of the others, though that might not just be from him being calm so much as it was that it was Jesus instead of the others. The man seemed very good at reading his physical cues and respecting them, which was more than he could say for most.
Not entirely their fault, he wasn't the best at expressing himself in any way if he was honest.
It was telling that he didn't resist that finger linking through his, especially with a slight curl of his own fingers in response.]
[ Even just the curl of fingers against his is something he's happy for. His eyes are still closed even as he makes a little noise of comfort. It's not a lot. Just there, more of a content sigh than anything.
It feels like a gift to have quiet moments like these. He curls his own fingers a little, brushing them lightly against Daryl's. ]
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The universe was up in the air, but Daryl had no issues with sitting right where they were for as long as they could manage, a small bit of peace and quiet that really, he didn't doubt they both needed.]
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he's still not demanding in the least but eventually he slumps into the cushions a bit, head tipping just enough that barely, just barely, his temple rests against daryl's shoulder. it's oddly intimate and oddly vulnerable; daryl could easily just tell him to fuck off. ]
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He might not give any response, but it was definitely telling how Daryl didn't say anything about Jesus's head against his shoulder. Only casting a brief glance towards the other man, showing that he did notice, but well...
It was okay. This casual sort of contact.]
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he closes his eyes. it's another show of vulnerability: being comfortable enough around someone to close your eyes with them. ]
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But he couldn't bring himself to say a word against it, easing slightly himself after a long moment's thought. It was nice, he had to admit, having someone who trusted him that much.
And it was even nicer that it was Jesus in particular.]
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eventually he does shift, head still nestled against daryl's shoulder. it's just his hand that moves again, blindly searching out daryl's so he can at the very least hook a single finger through some of his. again requesting, not demanding. just seeking. ]
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Not entirely their fault, he wasn't the best at expressing himself in any way if he was honest.
It was telling that he didn't resist that finger linking through his, especially with a slight curl of his own fingers in response.]
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It feels like a gift to have quiet moments like these. He curls his own fingers a little, brushing them lightly against Daryl's. ]
Thanks.
[ He doesn't say about what. ]