[ It's not encouraging, but not exactly discouraging either. Sharkface doesn't pull away. That's something, but Drake does stop kissing him. He squeezes back instead, letting the forehead touch linger and taking the other man's weight easily.
It's something, he tells himself. And not a small thing, either. It's trust. Just... maybe not attraction, or a willingness to let himself feel it? Not yet. He won't let himself worry it'll never happen.
If nothing else, he's pretty sure the closeness is welcome, and that's a place to start. ]
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It's something, he tells himself. And not a small thing, either. It's trust. Just... maybe not attraction, or a willingness to let himself feel it? Not yet. He won't let himself worry it'll never happen.
If nothing else, he's pretty sure the closeness is welcome, and that's a place to start. ]
Lie down with me? Just that.