[ A slow eye-brow raise. Well, hard to expect much beyond that, isn't it - if he'd been in John's shoes, he wouldn't have believed it either. He doesn't respond to the liar comment - beneath him, really, having to explain why lying isn't something he'd even need to do - watching as the other man inches closer, more and more, staying out of touch. It's charming, in it's own way. How he never presumes. At his question, Khan shrugs. ]
Until my 24 hours are up.
[ It doesn't particularly matter to him what they'll be doing - whether they'll be eating, fucking, visiting another museum. Regardless, he'll be ready to return once his time runs out, to work out a new plan for his crew, for getting them all out of there. He closes his eyes slowly, breathing in the scent of John, warm and musky and very uniquely him. Then, on an impulse, he reaches out and pulls at his shoulder, urging him to roll over onto his other side. To lie against him, as seems proper somehow, with how they manage to connect more and more with each visit. He's too sated now to think about the consequences. All he knows is that the distance feels terrible.
Right now, things are not supposed to feel that way. ]
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Until my 24 hours are up.
[ It doesn't particularly matter to him what they'll be doing - whether they'll be eating, fucking, visiting another museum. Regardless, he'll be ready to return once his time runs out, to work out a new plan for his crew, for getting them all out of there. He closes his eyes slowly, breathing in the scent of John, warm and musky and very uniquely him. Then, on an impulse, he reaches out and pulls at his shoulder, urging him to roll over onto his other side. To lie against him, as seems proper somehow, with how they manage to connect more and more with each visit. He's too sated now to think about the consequences. All he knows is that the distance feels terrible.
Right now, things are not supposed to feel that way. ]