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“You would be surprised at this, I find that if I put my mind to it, I can *do* many things” snickered for it, brief pinch of ow, made his laughter softer instead as he entertained Gils ideas. “I don’t know that I would do it like you - maybe - to be fast and flexible? Yes, if there are gym things for that I would try it. I would look strange if I had your physique, I think. Not that it doesn’t look good on you, I don’t quite have the - ah - frame to carry it with.” Plunked his head into the curve of his palm, let his eyes drift closed for a moment as he waited for the pain killers to kick in.

Gil was a romantic, sensible, these things apparent from his gentle treatment, his pleasing suggestions of something softer to follow what had nearly been a botched event on its own.

“I’d like that.” soft little hum, and he pinned Gil with a look from beneath thick lashes. “I’d like that with you specifically. I enjoy going out - and one can dance on a hike - mmm…a sunset picnic - Oh! Music from the phone, maybe something a bit more tame, yes?” Simple, easy - a pleasant idea - like the grin he held for the man. “I can dance much better sober I assure you - when I can feel my feet? It’s much easier to find them.” And he had indeed gotten himself white girl wasted, loved the faded numbness that had followed, but he would’ve liked to remember a bit more of the next outting than he had.

Felt the fish in the line of it - line of words and Mier hummed softly, folded his arms across the table and nestled his head into the crook of an elbow. Easier to see Gil with from there. Easier by far to look up from below, press himself into being comfortable in someone else space.

He liked it - to appreciate Gil - to watch him and let time tick between them and simply talk. Discuss future happenings - plan outings that would become two, three, or four more, that would span into the future. "I'm very good for firsts." diffuse little noise of curiosity, wanted to have all the firsts, to fill his world with them, until they became mundane, until he did not lack for them.

Not for the experience, not for the story of it. If he could've had it all then...would take it slow instead, maybe? Would try with the mountain of a man who seemed so eager to provide experiences at whim. "Oh, hah - a concert? This - this would have to be a thing as well. Lookat it all, the things you've got me thinking of? Hiking, dancing, all the outdoor events. I think - for me - the drinks? We'll have to test my tolerance for such things." scrunched features with the smile that graced them. He would've talked about the drinks, how his had none of those things - except Mier was sure that *drinks* - were different than shots - were different than mixes...

Narrowed little glance, slanted his rose' gaze up. Consent, and how many times had Gil said it in a span of minutes, moments, many of those things. It seemed to be a word for him - a focal point - "One week - and then, along with all the firsts? You may also have many 'yes's as well." pursed lips for the thought of it, for the clench of wait, simmer of joy for making them both have patience.

He would text Gil, he was sure, make him a friend, learn his interests, send him bitchy little s**t posts after work - affectionate memes and images expressing how he was doing. A safety net - a brief buffer to make sure that a week from the moment they sat in - quietude of a loud aftermath - that Gil were still up for dealing with him. "All the permissions also, but that needs patience yes? A trial for us both I'm sure, but it'll be worth it. I promise.." smothered a surprising yawn against his forearm, wondered at the marvel of painkiller's, how as they eased other little things they also brought new issues forth.

All those words, sweet little promises and Mier wanted to sigh and drown in them. Would have to have patience, would eat up Gils time with silly little texts and questions into his day to day. Would come up with things to tell him about himself, his interests, his hobbies.

Pick out places with future events in mind for them - run them by the man who seemed so willing to provide such. "There's truth in this, but waiting is still very much a b***h of a thing to do..If I could push up time." and Gil had his attention before - turned it into a pinpoint with his requests.

Narrowed all of his focus on the one thought alone. The idea of a kiss.

The way his heart seized for it - suddenly very awake - because he wanted. To cause the good kinds of trouble, to have exactly what was on offer be given to him without demand. There was Gil, asking ever so sweetly. Looking good while he asked - and Mier couldn't help the blush that crossed his cheeks for that. The way the words so sweetly parsed made him bite his lower lip gently.

Teeth set against softness - and - "Patience is a virtue, Gil." let the softness become a smirk, let his words ring clear even as he glittered up at the man like a tease. Confidence even as he blushed hard enough to rival hue of his eyes. "Ask me again....a week from now? Ah, when you know me better maybe?" should've been standing, should've been making his way out politely as a guest who had taken up so much of Gils hospitality already.

There was joy in it, seeing the large man flushed and flustered, even if ever so slightly. Mier preened, would absolutely be stopping by on weekends - would text the man at boring moments of monotony during his day.

“I hear that absence makes many things grow fond Gil? It will be a good things, you’ll see. I am also very tech savvy - so we can talk between all the things. Ooh, long chats and the rest?” Over text, with attached photos. He could certainly send Gil pictures of favored outfits - drive him wild with ideas for outings.

“You are a gentleman - I don’t think I’ll forget where you are even if I try. Who knows, maybe you will get surprised?” On the weekends surely, maybe sooner depending on how quickly time seemed to move.

The door was where it had been - easy enough thing to text an Uber - get an appropriate ride out. To reach out and touch Gils arm - a thankful little squeeze. Appreciative gaze and tone “Thank you - Ah - for everything? In case I didn’t say it well enough before.”

“That you thought to do it at all? You are very decent then, aren’t you Gil?” soft eyes that looked up with wonderment, mirthful intent, knew he was being torturous. A trifling confusing thing of a person.

Mier tested his own wants, tested Gils will, thrilled for the sight of it. Big man who could be soft and polite, who clearly wanted a thing and yet allowed himself to be strung along. Mier found he liked him very much indeed. Found he’d likely enjoy him even more a few days from now.

A safe thing, to nuzzle the hand that patted his cheek, grin from ear to ear with the knowing of his own intent. Felt like a school girl who’d found more than a crush - a real connection - or so he hoped. If nothing else? Gil would be an adventure. An experience of a thing to indulge in.

“I think I might not drink at all until I learn to do it better, it is not at all like - well - like anyone tells you it will be? There is a lag between the drinking and the buzz clearly..” a science behind it and more batted his lashes, nodded balefully, he had a car coming, he would be safe.

“I’ll text you when I’m home? I wouldn’t want you to worry.” oh how he wanted Gil to worry, to think of him, to text him back immediately and giggle into his own pillows in his own home for the thought of it - to daydream and shower and sleep infinitely more on the idea of Gil and his offers.