[ For the barest moment, Grey thinks Drew means his own knife. Then he understands, and he breaks a tiny smile. He can't stop worrying. Not tonight, especially not tonight.
But Drew is doing a good job of distracting him. Grey responds automatically, legs moving apart to give him space, and empty hand moving up to slide around Drew's shoulders. He slides closer, and his hand rests lightly against Drew's har. ]
no knives for you
none .
[ Werewolf or not. Healer or not. Grey sets the beer bottle down to bring his other hand over. It lifts, and his fingertips brush through the stubble on Drew's neck. It's more intimate than Grey has been with anyone since the Train. His eyelids flicker, and his head tilts, nose nudging against Drew's cheek. He likes this. All his worries could be laid down here.
He wants to ask if Drew wants, but he leans back to search his eyes and ask him with a questioning expression, and not with a tattoo. He's never needed words for this before. ]
no subject
But Drew is doing a good job of distracting him. Grey responds automatically, legs moving apart to give him space, and empty hand moving up to slide around Drew's shoulders. He slides closer, and his hand rests lightly against Drew's har. ]
no knives for you
none .
[ Werewolf or not. Healer or not. Grey sets the beer bottle down to bring his other hand over. It lifts, and his fingertips brush through the stubble on Drew's neck. It's more intimate than Grey has been with anyone since the Train. His eyelids flicker, and his head tilts, nose nudging against Drew's cheek. He likes this. All his worries could be laid down here.
He wants to ask if Drew wants, but he leans back to search his eyes and ask him with a questioning expression, and not with a tattoo. He's never needed words for this before. ]