[His proposition, because that's precisely and exactly what it is, flies over his head at first. What, move it over for... no, that's not an unfamiliar hangar term. An item.
The connection doesn't take long, and the lightbulb goes on by way of his raised brow, eye a little wider.]
... for that? [Just to move his Fortress? Was that really how so many people used sex here, not just for sustenance and supplies but to end disagreements? Well. No point in wasting his shock over it once his brain accepts yes, really, because McGillis had been just as unflinching about the rest of it when they'd first spoken.
Under his sleeve, his wrist burns hot under the pull of his bracelet. Jeremiah's still looking straight ahead, at this strange, demanding man. Still every inch as handsome as he'd been when he'd first been accosted. The tighter lines of his current garb certainly do him further favors. Ridiculous that his mind sways in that direction, but then again, they're not on a crowded beach anymore, and McGillis's hand still feels heavy and warm.
The hangar is big but empty, save the two of them. Plenty of hidden corners and shadows to get lost in. Jeremiah's gut tightens.]
Very well.
[There's still a pinch to his expression, a dubiousness to the unknown that's only natural. He's got rust to shake off, and McGillis still troubles him, but he agrees. Unfortunately, the last few times he's tried to peer at his own set of squares, Jeremiah couldn't stomach looking for long, so his memory of what terrible roll of fate he's been handed isn't very fresh. Pushing up his jacket sleeve to reveal his bracelet, Jeremiah hazards one last unsure glance at McGillis, as if he needs a warning of what he'll see before the display turns on and he pulls up the card.]
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The connection doesn't take long, and the lightbulb goes on by way of his raised brow, eye a little wider.]
... for that? [Just to move his Fortress? Was that really how so many people used sex here, not just for sustenance and supplies but to end disagreements? Well. No point in wasting his shock over it once his brain accepts yes, really, because McGillis had been just as unflinching about the rest of it when they'd first spoken.
Under his sleeve, his wrist burns hot under the pull of his bracelet. Jeremiah's still looking straight ahead, at this strange, demanding man. Still every inch as handsome as he'd been when he'd first been accosted. The tighter lines of his current garb certainly do him further favors. Ridiculous that his mind sways in that direction, but then again, they're not on a crowded beach anymore, and McGillis's hand still feels heavy and warm.
The hangar is big but empty, save the two of them. Plenty of hidden corners and shadows to get lost in. Jeremiah's gut tightens.]
Very well.
[There's still a pinch to his expression, a dubiousness to the unknown that's only natural. He's got rust to shake off, and McGillis still troubles him, but he agrees. Unfortunately, the last few times he's tried to peer at his own set of squares, Jeremiah couldn't stomach looking for long, so his memory of what terrible roll of fate he's been handed isn't very fresh. Pushing up his jacket sleeve to reveal his bracelet, Jeremiah hazards one last unsure glance at McGillis, as if he needs a warning of what he'll see before the display turns on and he pulls up the card.]