[Does that mean he got it with him in mind...? It wouldn't be the first time. Hubert wouldn't get tea for himself. Ferdinand sips it again to feel the warmth of the drink mingle with that of the thought. People can say all they want about Hubert, but he's really a true and thoughtful friend at the heart of it all.
Ferdinand can sense the desperation lurking in the suggestion. It isn't found in the quality of his voice, but simply knowing how he made him feel when he went missing. It's only natural to be put on edge like that, especially when there is so much about this realm, the study, and just who (or what) is in charge of it that needs making sense of. The closer he can be to Hubert, the more ease he will be put at.
To be honest, the same could be said for himself. He doesn't like the idea of going back Down, of leaving the comfort of Hubert's familiarity even with this high-strung edge worked into him by things that should rightfully rattle anyone. He seems a lot better after securing him in his company, which is further proof to Ferdinand that they really are better with each other than without.]
If you would have me, it would be my pleasure. There is nowhere else in all of Duplicity that I would rather be. I feel more at home here than I ever do in my run-down apartment... and the bed is much softer. Sleep should come easier.
[Hubert smiles, and it's genuine and warm, not sinister. He's relieved that Ferdinand actually wants to stay. He visibly relaxes.
He briefly thinks of asking Ferdinand to share his bed. No, that wouldn't be appropriate. And even if it were, it feels impossible to ask for. He's shown far too much of himself already. He must shake this strange, desperate feeling. It's ridiculous.]
Good. Let me know how I can make you more comfortable. You still have some clothing here. If you're hungry, I'm sure I can find something for you.
You really do know how to court a submissive. [he retorts with playful humor decorating his tone. Mocking this society's major emphasis on these roles may never get old. Besides, they aren't really courting...!
Or... are they? Memories of their proximity, the intensity of intimacy that passed between them that they have all but buried by not bringing up, flash-flood his mind because of that remark. A strange, floaty warmth thrums in his chest with that combined with how he gets to stay the night and have his needs met by him now, and he tries very hard to abandon the thought of their LIEs-mandated rendezvous meaning anything for how they feel about each other now. At any rate, he can't look at Hubert for a moment, so he takes the excuse of wanting another long drink of tea to hide his face and let it cool over.]
[They both acknowledge this as a joke, but then there's an awkward silence that suggests they're both thinking about what it might be like if that weren't a joke. Or, Hubert is, anyway. He realizes there's now a certain tension between them, probably because of what happened when Hubert tied him up. It was... Intense, for both of them, and Hubert would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it many times, even dreamed about it, since.
But Ferdinand confirms that what he said is, in fact, a joke, and Hubert mentally takes his offer to share a bed completely off the table.
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Ferdinand can sense the desperation lurking in the suggestion. It isn't found in the quality of his voice, but simply knowing how he made him feel when he went missing. It's only natural to be put on edge like that, especially when there is so much about this realm, the study, and just who (or what) is in charge of it that needs making sense of. The closer he can be to Hubert, the more ease he will be put at.
To be honest, the same could be said for himself. He doesn't like the idea of going back Down, of leaving the comfort of Hubert's familiarity even with this high-strung edge worked into him by things that should rightfully rattle anyone. He seems a lot better after securing him in his company, which is further proof to Ferdinand that they really are better with each other than without.]
If you would have me, it would be my pleasure. There is nowhere else in all of Duplicity that I would rather be. I feel more at home here than I ever do in my run-down apartment... and the bed is much softer. Sleep should come easier.
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He briefly thinks of asking Ferdinand to share his bed. No, that wouldn't be appropriate. And even if it were, it feels impossible to ask for. He's shown far too much of himself already. He must shake this strange, desperate feeling. It's ridiculous.]
Good. Let me know how I can make you more comfortable. You still have some clothing here. If you're hungry, I'm sure I can find something for you.
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Or... are they? Memories of their proximity, the intensity of intimacy that passed between them that they have all but buried by not bringing up, flash-flood his mind because of that remark. A strange, floaty warmth thrums in his chest with that combined with how he gets to stay the night and have his needs met by him now, and he tries very hard to abandon the thought of their LIEs-mandated rendezvous meaning anything for how they feel about each other now. At any rate, he can't look at Hubert for a moment, so he takes the excuse of wanting another long drink of tea to hide his face and let it cool over.]
Jests aside, I appreciate you accommodating me.
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But Ferdinand confirms that what he said is, in fact, a joke, and Hubert mentally takes his offer to share a bed completely off the table.
He nods.]
Of course.
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