[ learning things about himself today and being willing to voice them out loud to wash, no matter how unwillingly. wash will consider that progress. significant progress, honestly. and for as much as wash still thinks there were better ways for him to try and force that lesson, when something works, it works. he makes some soft, quiet sound as at the feel of his tongue flicking out over his thumb.
he twirls the knife again, just another motion, clearly more out of habit than anything else, but then he leans away to set it aside on some nearby countertop. not just that, too, but he pulls his shirt ( lightly stained with blood, now ) up and over his head, letting it fall behind him. no other knives hidden on his body, apparently -- except the lighter knife he's already shown pietro before, hidden somewhere near his belt from the movement pietro may have felt in the alley. wash will remove that, too, if pietro asks him to. another choice he will let him have.
once that's done, wash turns his full attention back to pietro. pressing a little closer, his hand now settled back against his waist, thumbing again over those thinner lines and cuts -- down to the loops of his pants, slowly following them to the front of his pants even as he lets that thigh slowly rock up against him. ]
For now.
[ he echoes, just agreeing, affirming. a promise, too in an indirect way: they can always return to this a different time, it isn't a test that pietro failed or some challenge he couldn't meet. if anything it's a clear enough sign that it's something wash would like to return to in spite of pietro's response to it, then. ]
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he twirls the knife again, just another motion, clearly more out of habit than anything else, but then he leans away to set it aside on some nearby countertop. not just that, too, but he pulls his shirt ( lightly stained with blood, now ) up and over his head, letting it fall behind him. no other knives hidden on his body, apparently -- except the lighter knife he's already shown pietro before, hidden somewhere near his belt from the movement pietro may have felt in the alley. wash will remove that, too, if pietro asks him to. another choice he will let him have.
once that's done, wash turns his full attention back to pietro. pressing a little closer, his hand now settled back against his waist, thumbing again over those thinner lines and cuts -- down to the loops of his pants, slowly following them to the front of his pants even as he lets that thigh slowly rock up against him. ]
For now.
[ he echoes, just agreeing, affirming. a promise, too in an indirect way: they can always return to this a different time, it isn't a test that pietro failed or some challenge he couldn't meet. if anything it's a clear enough sign that it's something wash would like to return to in spite of pietro's response to it, then. ]