As Macnair stepped forward, Ford felt a rush of anticipation — anticipation which lingered on the edges of his skin, prickling like electricity instead of discharging, because of course nothing happened. Ford had told Macnair not to touch him, and so far he hadn't, but — Ford wanted him to. Not here, not now, but he wanted it. He'd been so used to thinking about their relationship as entirely one-sided when it came to emotional investment, and in that case being touched was dangerous and painful. It made it harder to think rationally about what was happening, and harder to put the right amount of distance between himself and his feelings, and it would only lead to more nights spent staring at his ceiling, not sure what to think and unable to sleep.
If Macnair was feeling the same way he was — which Ford was still unsure was really the case, but the evidence in favor of it seemed to be mounting — then touch was something else entirely. A connection, a chance to try and communicate something neither of them were willing to come right out and say.
He probably still shouldn't. He was letting his heart run away without his brain; he had no concrete proof that Macnair did feel anything for him that went beyond the physical chemistry they had when they kissed. And this was still the wrong place and time to test the theory, if he decided it was worth testing.
He needed time to think.
Ford took a half-step towards Macnair, his eyes moving from the other man's feet gradually up to his face. "Write me a letter and tell me what you want," he said. "With all the details. Exactly how you want it to work after Wednesday."
If Macnair was feeling the same way he was — which Ford was still unsure was really the case, but the evidence in favor of it seemed to be mounting — then touch was something else entirely. A connection, a chance to try and communicate something neither of them were willing to come right out and say.
He probably still shouldn't. He was letting his heart run away without his brain; he had no concrete proof that Macnair did feel anything for him that went beyond the physical chemistry they had when they kissed. And this was still the wrong place and time to test the theory, if he decided it was worth testing.
He needed time to think.
Ford took a half-step towards Macnair, his eyes moving from the other man's feet gradually up to his face. "Write me a letter and tell me what you want," he said. "With all the details. Exactly how you want it to work after Wednesday."
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