[The smell of all the drinks knocked back before even meeting is like a sour, alluring cologne on Caleb. He should stay away, a smart person would. Marc has never fancied himself to be a smart person. And he can't keep his wits with this man so close to him, dancing and laughing. This is the best of civilian life, the best of a life he can only glimpse into.
Breath and heat on him as he speaks into his ear, it makes Marc clutch at him. He laughs at himself, the giddy dumb feeling of how much talking is thrilling. God.]
Hey, I mean. I'm the lucky one. I didn't know I'd be here. Pretty nice.
[The drinks? No. The place? Oh no. He can feel himself just working through finding another excuse. His arms touch on Caleb's shirt and chest.]
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Breath and heat on him as he speaks into his ear, it makes Marc clutch at him. He laughs at himself, the giddy dumb feeling of how much talking is thrilling. God.]
Hey, I mean. I'm the lucky one. I didn't know I'd be here. Pretty nice.
[The drinks? No. The place? Oh no. He can feel himself just working through finding another excuse. His arms touch on Caleb's shirt and chest.]