kayakking | (no subject)

Mmmmostly just when Algric touches it. I haven't gotten it in any other extreme temperatures yet. Algric actually wanted me to ask you about it.

To... what? Try to counter it?

I suppose? I guess he thinks heat may help it.

Yyyyyou know I'm not great at this yet? Like, really uncontrolled.

I know. It's why I haven't asked.

[He kinda tugs the shirt back in place, moving Tim's hand gently from it.]

I don't know what to do about it.

[Yeah, he pulls that hand back. Not willing to risk hurting Jonah further. As much as it might be delightful.]

What.. is it doing?

Mostly just be uncomfortable? But when Algric touches it, it's... Like it's fresh and hurting.

So... is it separating you and Algric?

Not entirely. Just... Can't touch that shoulder.

[So, nearly a whole side of him, likely in fear of accidentally causing pain...]

I can try. If you want.

I honestly don't even know what you would do or are supposed to do.

[It's... weird to have Jonah at a loss.]

Right. I mean, we can just see if my natural warmth is enough? Or does anything? Is it an excuse to hug you? Maybe. Is it also science? Absolutely not.

As long as we take down the results it can be considered science.

[But he just watches Tim before scooting a little closer.]

And you know you can just ask to hug me if you want.

[A warm, familiar arm slides around Jonah.]

Mm. Lets make this a formal request, then. [As if he wasn't already halfway there.]

Oh, formal? Well.

[He leans into him, both arms getting around Tim's shoulders.]

It puts me in good standing, in case I take liberties.

[Yeah. Yeah that's perfect. He turns into the embrace, the heat still in the range of 'a warm bed in the morning.' Those lips are tempting but the twist of - both of them trapped in the Lonely means it's a close, clutching hug first.]

I see.

[He leans into him, wanting that warmth, not realizing how cold he'd gotten. Tightens his embrace.]

[His fingers curl lightly into Jonah's hair, and he sets his chin on Jonah's shoulder.

It IS cold... ]

[The scar is so cold. But Tim is warm and it's welcome. It's easy settling like this.]

...That does feel nice.

[So cold, almost demands he pull back and give space. He curls a bit closer.]

I'm glad... So, you don't mind a little while like this?

...No, I don't mind. Not like this.

Good.

I do rather like this. You know, in general. Spooky ice patch aside.

You really are a hopeless romantic. Complete with cuddling instincts that must be sated.

Absolutely not and I can prove it.

[Try me, Sims.]

Oh can you. Fine, I'd like to see it.