does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?

[docwithablog]

[ He's standing in the doorway to the kitchen while Khan, a couple of hours into his stay, is sitting at the table, fixing -- something on the kettle again, what is it with the bloody thing, it worked fine last he used it, didn't it? Licking his lips a bit nervously, he steps into the room fully and walks over to the kitchen counter, leaning back against it, facing the other man. Hands gripping the edge of the counter. Sock-clad feet shifting a bit restlessly from side to side.

It shouldn't be this damn hard, honestly. It's just a -- suggestion, the man can tell him no and they can go fuck in the bedroom as per usual. But John isn't stupid, he knows what the implications are. You don't go from being fuck buddies to buddies, once you decide a friendly outing is in order, no, if you go out, then -- you go out as something else entirely and he has absolutely no idea how well that is going to play out. For either of them.

Nevertheless -- okay, good, here goes. A deep breath. ]

I was thinking I'd take you to the National Army Museum today.

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[docwithablog]

[ That's -- interesting, really. John would have frowned at the other man's way of talking about his parents, but then he's telling him, it's a good suggestion and he's smiling instead, something genuine and amused. You shouldn't think he'd be that easy to flatter, but hey -- he's got an ego, it needs constant feeding, right?

Following the man with his eyes as he moves over to the window, he does, however, wonder. Probably not a happy parent-child relationship there, no love lost, obviously -- and naturally, John can relate. He'd probably not go as far as to say the ones who raised me, but they all come with their own baggage, he imagines. There's a reason they end up in the army, after all. There's a reason that's the sort of stimulation they need. Extreme sports, in its own way. Immediate danger, war games and a new family in addition. The lost boys.

John shakes his head and crosses the small distance between them, placing himself behind Khan, in perfect height (well, if he angles his head a little, at least) to rest his chin on the other man's shoulder, one hand pressing against the small of his back. ]

Of course it is.