[ Ah. The care takes on a sudden new dimension. Not just a sweet gesture, and not anything suggestive (because it had been a remarkably chaste act, considering what it's usually like when one of them is kneeling) - instead, an act of care. An act of deep and profound and heartfelt care. ]
I made my clothes. Mine and Nadine's. Not from scratch, mostly by repurposing what was in storage, but -
[ Maybe it's part of the reason he's such a peacock now. The reason he loves to buy new things, even with his meager cash, and then discard them soon as he's able. He didn't ever have a mother or a father sewing the buttons back on - he had to learn for himself. The height of luxury, to toss torn things aside, instead of using the daylight hours to mend and alter with awkward and uneven stitches.
But what a pleasure it is to be taken care of.
He tugs at Bastien's lapels, pulling him up. Kisses him warmly on the lips, hand caressing his lovely cheekbone. ]
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I made my clothes. Mine and Nadine's. Not from scratch, mostly by repurposing what was in storage, but -
[ Maybe it's part of the reason he's such a peacock now. The reason he loves to buy new things, even with his meager cash, and then discard them soon as he's able. He didn't ever have a mother or a father sewing the buttons back on - he had to learn for himself. The height of luxury, to toss torn things aside, instead of using the daylight hours to mend and alter with awkward and uneven stitches.
But what a pleasure it is to be taken care of.
He tugs at Bastien's lapels, pulling him up. Kisses him warmly on the lips, hand caressing his lovely cheekbone. ]
Thank you.