[ Sharkface hesitates for a moment, then kneels down and unlaces his boots. Deliberately, he steps out of them. Pushes them into a straight line. He leaves his socks on. It feels better that way, somehow. Like armor.
Breathe.
He watches Drake for a moment, his throat tight. Does it make it worse that Drake is the sort of handsome that Sharkface wants to draw? That his smile is so -
Sharkface twitches. Takes a deep breath, and then lets it go.
He moves. Lies down stiffly next to Drake and reaches out a hand to touch Drake's arm. Lightly, to start. ]
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Breathe.
He watches Drake for a moment, his throat tight. Does it make it worse that Drake is the sort of handsome that Sharkface wants to draw? That his smile is so -
Sharkface twitches. Takes a deep breath, and then lets it go.
He moves. Lies down stiffly next to Drake and reaches out a hand to touch Drake's arm. Lightly, to start. ]