[ Adrian has long since grown accustomed to the way Marc is. He's not expecting an immediate answer for his easy invitation. He does, however, add some commentary around another sip of coffee: ] I can see when you're overthinking something. You have a tell.
[ Just teasing, a little more of his usual self. Their apartment is hardly properly furnished as yet, but Adrian is pleased about it none the less. After nearly a year of living between the van and the motel, they have their own private spaces, and room for guests. It is, for him at least, the first time that Panorama has started to truly feel like home.
Adrian isn't tense exactly, but his shoulders to relax a little more when Marc says form, when he explains clearly what they're going to do. He's had some less than stellar experiences when it comes to combat training, and one of them had indeed been try to hit me.
He nods, setting his cup down on the counter. ] Alright then. I've kept something in reserve to dispel the curse, just in case our best laid plans... Go the way of our usual plans. As sweet as you are when you're feverish, I'm sure that it isn't a pleasant experience, so neither of us should have to worry about that.
[ He steps into Marc's space, inclines his head. ] How would you like me?
I have dietary requirements, ( he offers in return, oddly immediate, oddly casual despite having at no point in the almost year that they've known each other, implied that he has any semblance of dietary requirements at all. indeed, marc's aware that he's, at most times, an acutely unfussy individual when it comes to food and drink.
he gestures vaguely towards the empty space that will serve as something of an area in which to train, appreciative of the fact that adrian has considered worst coming to worst, he doesn't particularly enjoy that it's a consideration. still, it does so happen that while marc is not a man necessarily predisposed to touch, it's natural and inherent in a way that being around adrian means he has to reconsider, especially with something like this.
adrian steps into his space and though marc means to immediately demonstrate his preferred posture for adrian, the one-two of you're sweet and how would you like me means he exhales a breath through his nose, sharp and sudden and amused. )
There's not a person on Earth that's ever described me as sweet, Adrian.
( and then he positions himself, stance exaggerated in order to emphasise what he's after from adrian. this, in and of itself, wasn't a ruse — adrian does need to learn how to defend himself, and adrian's revelations as to recent events (that marc hadn't been aware of) have done nothing to dissuade that line of thought, but—
marc's aware of the conversation that'd become derailed by events in the following months. marc's aware, too, of his tendency towards to avoidance, how he'll circle topics until it's absolutely necessary for him to deal with them head-on. that'd been months ago, at the height of winter, and— well, it's not a conversation marc wishes to have now, per se, but that doesn't mean it's not due.
he just doesn't know how to start it.
so, seemingly unrelated, he states— ) I'm probably dead at home.
( uttered like he's commenting on the weather. he can't recall if he's shared this specific piece of information with adrian, only that he knows he hasn't shared anything that surrounds it. )
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[ Just teasing, a little more of his usual self. Their apartment is hardly properly furnished as yet, but Adrian is pleased about it none the less. After nearly a year of living between the van and the motel, they have their own private spaces, and room for guests. It is, for him at least, the first time that Panorama has started to truly feel like home.
Adrian isn't tense exactly, but his shoulders to relax a little more when Marc says form, when he explains clearly what they're going to do. He's had some less than stellar experiences when it comes to combat training, and one of them had indeed been try to hit me.
He nods, setting his cup down on the counter. ] Alright then. I've kept something in reserve to dispel the curse, just in case our best laid plans... Go the way of our usual plans. As sweet as you are when you're feverish, I'm sure that it isn't a pleasant experience, so neither of us should have to worry about that.
[ He steps into Marc's space, inclines his head. ] How would you like me?
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he gestures vaguely towards the empty space that will serve as something of an area in which to train, appreciative of the fact that adrian has considered worst coming to worst, he doesn't particularly enjoy that it's a consideration. still, it does so happen that while marc is not a man necessarily predisposed to touch, it's natural and inherent in a way that being around adrian means he has to reconsider, especially with something like this.
adrian steps into his space and though marc means to immediately demonstrate his preferred posture for adrian, the one-two of you're sweet and how would you like me means he exhales a breath through his nose, sharp and sudden and amused. )
There's not a person on Earth that's ever described me as sweet, Adrian.
( and then he positions himself, stance exaggerated in order to emphasise what he's after from adrian. this, in and of itself, wasn't a ruse — adrian does need to learn how to defend himself, and adrian's revelations as to recent events (that marc hadn't been aware of) have done nothing to dissuade that line of thought, but—
marc's aware of the conversation that'd become derailed by events in the following months. marc's aware, too, of his tendency towards to avoidance, how he'll circle topics until it's absolutely necessary for him to deal with them head-on. that'd been months ago, at the height of winter, and— well, it's not a conversation marc wishes to have now, per se, but that doesn't mean it's not due.
he just doesn't know how to start it.
so, seemingly unrelated, he states— ) I'm probably dead at home.
( uttered like he's commenting on the weather. he can't recall if he's shared this specific piece of information with adrian, only that he knows he hasn't shared anything that surrounds it. )