[ As Julius speaks, Marcus turns their hands so he can play at sliding his fingers in between the other man's. It feels odd, like a motion that part of him is sure he's done many times, but can only recall once or twice, and also a little like he is pretending at something. Not so much as whatever sentiment might dictate these little motions, but that it is a comfortable thing for them to share.
Odd, but not bad. ]
I'll endeavour not to make that mistake, myself, [ he says.
Because he had already, some, hadn't he? But that's hedging somewhere murkier and political, conversations that will likely still need some untangling. He also hasn't forgotten Julius' conviction of all that could remain real, of their dream, when it had begun to fall apart. ]
Do you seek to unlearn it?
[ It would make sense, to continue a pattern of comfort, so long as it had worked for them. Public pronouncements are not innately better, so long as avoiding it isn't steeped in fear. ]
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Odd, but not bad. ]
I'll endeavour not to make that mistake, myself, [ he says.
Because he had already, some, hadn't he? But that's hedging somewhere murkier and political, conversations that will likely still need some untangling. He also hasn't forgotten Julius' conviction of all that could remain real, of their dream, when it had begun to fall apart. ]
Do you seek to unlearn it?
[ It would make sense, to continue a pattern of comfort, so long as it had worked for them. Public pronouncements are not innately better, so long as avoiding it isn't steeped in fear. ]