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 Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 5:50 pm
Rep was worried too, he couldn't see, he didn't know if he would see when they took off the bandages. There wasn't anyone to save him like Lance, if he was useless he was disposable and that was all.
The contact on his hand was unexpected, and even with the fabric of the glove between Melvin and himself ignited a lot of emotions which he'd stamped down, fears and anxieties he'd let overwhelm him. Even as weak as he was it was he considered pulling away from the other man, a contagious sort of self conciousness born of the last time they joked around. But he didn't, because right now he felt like he needed the comfort, he needed friends and to know he still even had friends and that they weren't simply going to up and leave him because of sex, which ******** ruined so much in life.
Instead he twisted his hand and actually took hold of Melvin's for an instant. He considered for a moment saying what first came to mind - No, thank you for needing me in the first place - but thought better of it, Melvin didn't need his weakness foist on him to make things awkward.
Instead he settled simply for. "Don't worry about it.", and let him go.
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 6:23 pm
It was a good thing that Rep couldn't see as Melvin tried not to breathe in sharply, being spooked by the sudden turn of the hand that now held his own. He had built himself up for the gesture, going for just the weakest of contact to calm whatever mood Melvin had got him into to make a fist, and also as a sort of testing out a normal gesture that was easy for most and took a lot of effort on his part to see if he could do such a thing. Rep had gave him a lot just now, and he just wanted to show that he was there too. Just, not as sappy.
That didn't happen when both men were now holding hands and Melvin was just staring wide-eyed at the hand holding his. Yeah, gestures were hard, and damn he wanted his hand back now.
Luckily Rep released, and Melvin slowly eased his hand away before zipping it back to his side, glad to have it back. Okay, his quota for such gestures was done. Screw that. He pushed himself enough for a year. He'd just send a card....hopefully not in braille.
"Alright. Um...right. Well, I guess I should let you sleep. I'll check in later. Sorry for making you talk so much." He was talking a bit faster, but boy did he feel awkward.
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 6:31 pm
Rep was for a change liberated by his blindness, he couldn't see Melvin with the usual perceptive keenness he usual possessed, wired to his every subtle gesture and reaction. It was what emboldened him to make such a daring move in the first place, unable to see the disgust or whatever kind of reaction he elicited from the blonde man. All that mattered for the time being was the point he was trying to make, whether or not it was received.
"It's fine." Rep said, intentionally trying to ignore the rapid way Melvin excused himself.
"Later."
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 6:56 pm
"Um...yeah. Later. If you need anything...I don't know if Jordan is as devout of a bedside sitter as you are, just get him to text or ...someone else." Jordan and him were not on good ground after all.
With that, the sound of heels were heard and the soft click of a door.
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