[ The grip is returned, furl of fingers about the wrist as if preparing to pull him up from the ground or similar. No pressure, instead, just sitting, Marcus first studying Jude's face before lowering his attention down to their hands.
Focusing inwards. Jude hasn't asked him to do anything in particular, but it's an easy conclusion to draw, correct or incorrect, that a stronger nudge of feeling might be easier to sense. And it isn't as though such a summoning is a difficult one.
But in the interest in not broadcasting sorrow or rage, as powerful and noisy as those sensations might be, he turns his mind elsewhere. Thinks of them, the two people who've made a home for him here. For him, it is a series of images and sense-memories, a lazy early evening with the sound of shuffling pages as some report is being gone over and penned across while they occupy their bed. Delicate fingers, setting against the back of his neck while the other hand turns a page, and his own palm on someone's knee, some cosy tangle, in golden lamp light.
For Jude (maybe) (if this is a successful experiment) there is warmth, comfort, happiness. The faint bit of fear of something good that could scatter apart, but smothered under by a more self-satisfied pleasure of wanting a thing and having gotten it. ]
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Focusing inwards. Jude hasn't asked him to do anything in particular, but it's an easy conclusion to draw, correct or incorrect, that a stronger nudge of feeling might be easier to sense. And it isn't as though such a summoning is a difficult one.
But in the interest in not broadcasting sorrow or rage, as powerful and noisy as those sensations might be, he turns his mind elsewhere. Thinks of them, the two people who've made a home for him here. For him, it is a series of images and sense-memories, a lazy early evening with the sound of shuffling pages as some report is being gone over and penned across while they occupy their bed. Delicate fingers, setting against the back of his neck while the other hand turns a page, and his own palm on someone's knee, some cosy tangle, in golden lamp light.
For Jude (maybe) (if this is a successful experiment) there is warmth, comfort, happiness. The faint bit of fear of something good that could scatter apart, but smothered under by a more self-satisfied pleasure of wanting a thing and having gotten it. ]