The scarring is as familiar to him as the rest of Florian, but he takes the gift with the reverence it deserves, drawing it close to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist.
"You are never a surprise to me, Johann," he says as he discards the gloves. Then he looks Johann in the darkness of his eyes. "But you are almost always a pain in the backside."
He leans forward to kiss him, to hold him, to simply appreciate everything that he's done. In a few days, he can thank him with words. Right now, with all that's still in his head, he's unable to form them. He's simply grateful to have him.
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Surprising, considering how often he thinks about it.
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He reaches down to his gloves and pulls one off slowly, turning his wrist for Johann to look at. The blackened veins are as they ever have been.
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"Then it should hardly be a surprise."
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A smirk.
"Especially when we have the time for it."
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Because he could really, really use such a sweet and effective distraction.
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"That depends on whether you care about Trevor potentially knocking on the door midway."
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He leans forward to kiss him, to hold him, to simply appreciate everything that he's done. In a few days, he can thank him with words. Right now, with all that's still in his head, he's unable to form them. He's simply grateful to have him.
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