Permission to touch your hair. As briefly as you did my neck, just now.
[He takes another drink — still out of Ryn's traded glass, conspicuously — and doesn't notice how it makes him just a little more stupid, a little more desirous to show off for this singular audience of one in particular.]
no subject
[He takes another drink — still out of Ryn's traded glass, conspicuously — and doesn't notice how it makes him just a little more stupid, a little more desirous to show off for this singular audience of one in particular.]
May I?