He's sifting through the collection of photo attachments with a growing sense of amusement — not necessarily the intended reaction when someone spontaneously messages over nudes, he's certain, but alongside the obvious arousal they're intended to stir, there's a sort of charm about the act of receiving them at all, like Reno's found yet another way to demand his attention and wait to see what he does about it. He likes that about him, the brash and laughing arrogance. Likes the sight of his body, too; those will get saved to look at again and again later, for certain.
It's the third picture that makes his stomach twist, an initial little jolt of instinctive alarm. He's never seen himself sleeping before, for obvious reasons, and the novelty means it's his training that rises to the surface first, reading threat in the image before anything else. He didn't know this picture was taken, until it crossed his phone like this. He was asleep, unawares, anything could have happened, anything while he lay there unsuspecting, it could've been worse than just a picture and mayhap that's precisely what the picture was meant to imply —
It's an impulse he actively has to quiet. This isn't a threat. It doesn't have to be assessed like one. And surely Reno wanted him to see it, so the fact that he'd leapt to such an extreme (however natural) threat assessment from it is...he can let it go. Let it go, and look again.
The second time he looks, the self-deprecating jokes are already coalescing in his mind. Who's this ugly mug alongside all the other pretty pictures, he could say, by way of deflection. It's not until the fourth or fifth time he looks that it occurs to him, like a dim ember on the very verge of burning out, that maybe Reno took the picture for himself. To preserve the sight of it. To preserve the sight of him, looking like...this.
He didn't know he looked so at ease when he slept. That his expression reflected the way he feels when he's on the verge of falling asleep around Reno no matter the circumstance, warm and unguarded and unwound.]
this last fellow is rather cute i'll admit but my taste in men is still far superior to yours ;)
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He's sifting through the collection of photo attachments with a growing sense of amusement — not necessarily the intended reaction when someone spontaneously messages over nudes, he's certain, but alongside the obvious arousal they're intended to stir, there's a sort of charm about the act of receiving them at all, like Reno's found yet another way to demand his attention and wait to see what he does about it. He likes that about him, the brash and laughing arrogance. Likes the sight of his body, too; those will get saved to look at again and again later, for certain.
It's the third picture that makes his stomach twist, an initial little jolt of instinctive alarm. He's never seen himself sleeping before, for obvious reasons, and the novelty means it's his training that rises to the surface first, reading threat in the image before anything else. He didn't know this picture was taken, until it crossed his phone like this. He was asleep, unawares, anything could have happened, anything while he lay there unsuspecting, it could've been worse than just a picture and mayhap that's precisely what the picture was meant to imply —
It's an impulse he actively has to quiet. This isn't a threat. It doesn't have to be assessed like one. And surely Reno wanted him to see it, so the fact that he'd leapt to such an extreme (however natural) threat assessment from it is...he can let it go. Let it go, and look again.
The second time he looks, the self-deprecating jokes are already coalescing in his mind. Who's this ugly mug alongside all the other pretty pictures, he could say, by way of deflection. It's not until the fourth or fifth time he looks that it occurs to him, like a dim ember on the very verge of burning out, that maybe Reno took the picture for himself. To preserve the sight of it. To preserve the sight of him, looking like...this.
He didn't know he looked so at ease when he slept. That his expression reflected the way he feels when he's on the verge of falling asleep around Reno no matter the circumstance, warm and unguarded and unwound.]
this last fellow is rather cute i'll admit
but my taste in men is still far superior to yours ;)