[ well. as soon as the lip gloss comes out he just knows he's in trouble because ginger would do the same fucking thing, fix up her lipstick before whispering in his ear to get him to go back home with her.
it worked every time.
he looks down at connor in front of him and he'd be lying if he said he didn't look good like that. he swallows once before reaching out like he's going to brush a hand over his hair, then pauses, hand hovering over him. he's remembered something, suddenly, and he has the presence of mind to ask: ]
Can I touch you?
[ that's a step toward becoming a normal person, at least. asking before doing. he always listened to a no, but he'd initiate things without asking and take the punishment later if he misstepped. ]
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it worked every time.
he looks down at connor in front of him and he'd be lying if he said he didn't look good like that. he swallows once before reaching out like he's going to brush a hand over his hair, then pauses, hand hovering over him. he's remembered something, suddenly, and he has the presence of mind to ask: ]
Can I touch you?
[ that's a step toward becoming a normal person, at least. asking before doing. he always listened to a no, but he'd initiate things without asking and take the punishment later if he misstepped. ]