It had made him nervous, but he doesn't want to say that aloud, doesn't want to be a gossamer thing for Al's viewing. Although, he is, must be, unintentionally as he's taken too long to say anything and goes on softly swinging his legs.
”That sort of kissing. It's for a mum or dad and a baby. ...Isn't it?”
Such a strange thing, having to pick it apart from his usual ideas when it pertained to elements like lips and skin. Perfectly innocent, perfectly unsoiled. What an ache it gives him, and he picks with a scabbed fingernail at the edge of the counter top.
”Or, how I kiss Luca because he's my very own.” He tilts forward slightly, peering at him.
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Date: 2012-11-18 07:51 am (UTC)”That sort of kissing. It's for a mum or dad and a baby. ...Isn't it?”
Such a strange thing, having to pick it apart from his usual ideas when it pertained to elements like lips and skin. Perfectly innocent, perfectly unsoiled. What an ache it gives him, and he picks with a scabbed fingernail at the edge of the counter top.
”Or, how I kiss Luca because he's my very own.” He tilts forward slightly, peering at him.
”I'm older, but I'm not any wiser, am I?”