[God help him. Save him from this man, this bright brilliant beautiful man, breathless and happy and laughing without limitation. He's wanted to kiss Bruno since the barrettes, maybe even before that, but never so much as he does right now.
Jean, he says, and he bites his bottom lip, watching him with a smile. That rather ruins his insulted look, but that's all right.]
You're not sorry at all, that's the worst part of it.
[It's continuing the joke, of course, but his voice has lost the offended edge it had a few seconds ago. God, but he looks good when he laughs.
(Two steps, he thinks. Two steps and he could be right in front of Bruno; one swift movement and he could have him breathless for an entirely different reason. Two steps, and it'd be so easy. He's taller than Bruno by just a few inches; it's the perfect height to cup his cheek and tip his head up and just--).]
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Jean, he says, and he bites his bottom lip, watching him with a smile. That rather ruins his insulted look, but that's all right.]
You're not sorry at all, that's the worst part of it.
[It's continuing the joke, of course, but his voice has lost the offended edge it had a few seconds ago. God, but he looks good when he laughs.
(Two steps, he thinks. Two steps and he could be right in front of Bruno; one swift movement and he could have him breathless for an entirely different reason. Two steps, and it'd be so easy. He's taller than Bruno by just a few inches; it's the perfect height to cup his cheek and tip his head up and just--).]