[ thomas thinks it over for only a moment, one hand still on eggsy's hip and the other cupping his face, not withdrawing at all. ]
All right.
[ he says after that moment, and leans in again. he doesn't know whether that's a good answer, whether eggsy's is -- maybe there are no wrong answers, or no right ones. for now, this feels good. he wants to keep kissing eggsy. maybe more, too. he'd enjoyed their encounter a great deal, wyver air or no.
maybe that's enough.
(it used to be, for the young man he'd once been, the kind of man who'd look proper but who'd absolutely follow foreign dignitaries into dark rooms and sink on his knees for them. only when he'd been certain of their interest.
no subject
All right.
[ he says after that moment, and leans in again. he doesn't know whether that's a good answer, whether eggsy's is -- maybe there are no wrong answers, or no right ones. for now, this feels good. he wants to keep kissing eggsy. maybe more, too. he'd enjoyed their encounter a great deal, wyver air or no.
maybe that's enough.
(it used to be, for the young man he'd once been, the kind of man who'd look proper but who'd absolutely follow foreign dignitaries into dark rooms and sink on his knees for them. only when he'd been certain of their interest.
but he's certain of eggsy's, now, isn't he?)
a beat, and their lips connect again. ]