[ the way he swallows doesn't escape wash's notice. he rounds the table slightly, grip still on pietro's chin and drawing him up as he moves until he's directly in front of him and forcing pietro to be sitting much more upright, his craned back enough to be a little uncomfortable. ]
I'm not as quick as you are, sadly.
[ very much wry, his eyes fixed on pietro's -- that familiar focus again, that intensity starting to settle as wash slowly starts to narrow back in on him, the rest of the environment fading away from his thoughts, the music, other patrons. he shifts his hand ever so slightly, just enough to sweep some of his fingers further down over his throat. a light but noticeable touch, ring finger tracing just underneath the pulse in his throat. those bruises may have faded away by now but wash seems to touch them anyway, like he still sees them, like he remembers exactly where they were. which he does. perfectly. ]
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I'm not as quick as you are, sadly.
[ very much wry, his eyes fixed on pietro's -- that familiar focus again, that intensity starting to settle as wash slowly starts to narrow back in on him, the rest of the environment fading away from his thoughts, the music, other patrons. he shifts his hand ever so slightly, just enough to sweep some of his fingers further down over his throat. a light but noticeable touch, ring finger tracing just underneath the pulse in his throat. those bruises may have faded away by now but wash seems to touch them anyway, like he still sees them, like he remembers exactly where they were. which he does. perfectly. ]
Did you miss me that much?