He realizes that at a distance, as if he's looking out at himself from a vantage. They're sitting very close, legs pressed together. He usually sits close to people, but not like this, not unless he's good friends with them -- but here they are, sitting together, and god, he thinks, but they're close enough that he could lean in without any real effort and--
Things don't get better when Bruno leans back-- no, if anything, that makes things worse, because leaning back like that, Polnareff can really take in Bruno. Skinny, he'd teased earlier, but that's not quite the right word for what he is. Slender, maybe, or lean-- because he's smaller than Polnareff, yeah, but it's not as if he doesn't have muscles there. There's a gracefulness to both his demeanor and figure, something softer but no less powerful than Polnareff's own physique. You'd think he'd have noticed it before, working on that stupid boat, but somehow it's only hitting him just now.
He notices all that very distantly, taking in each reaction without much thought beyond it, and absolutely does not think about why Bruno's words have triggered such thoughts. It's a conscious effort, a very firm not right now to whatever conclusions his brain wants to come to. Not right now, I can't deal with this, later, I'll think about it later.]
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He realizes that at a distance, as if he's looking out at himself from a vantage. They're sitting very close, legs pressed together. He usually sits close to people, but not like this, not unless he's good friends with them -- but here they are, sitting together, and god, he thinks, but they're close enough that he could lean in without any real effort and--
Things don't get better when Bruno leans back-- no, if anything, that makes things worse, because leaning back like that, Polnareff can really take in Bruno. Skinny, he'd teased earlier, but that's not quite the right word for what he is. Slender, maybe, or lean-- because he's smaller than Polnareff, yeah, but it's not as if he doesn't have muscles there. There's a gracefulness to both his demeanor and figure, something softer but no less powerful than Polnareff's own physique. You'd think he'd have noticed it before, working on that stupid boat, but somehow it's only hitting him just now.
He notices all that very distantly, taking in each reaction without much thought beyond it, and absolutely does not think about why Bruno's words have triggered such thoughts. It's a conscious effort, a very firm not right now to whatever conclusions his brain wants to come to. Not right now, I can't deal with this, later, I'll think about it later.]