[They're not quite holding hands, just resting one on top of the other. At least until Gregor realizes his next impulse is for his fingers to creep up and caress his wrist, feel his pulse...
He needs to stop this, here they are talking about how they have to get married and he still feels this way. Miles is going to feel that cold wash as Gregor tries to stamp out those heated impulses, hating himself for them, and to combat the message that sends he turns Miles's hand over on the table to let them lace fingers properly. Just digging himself in deeper, isn't he, but he feels torn in half by wanting to comfort Miles so very badly and yet... not able to let himself without spiking his self-loathing, and each one feeding the other...
What a terrible mess.]
Shall I deconstruct all of the flaws you see in yourself? [Now he sounds hoarse, all the events of tonight catching up with him, and this time he does blame it a bit on the wine.] Trot them out and I'll counter them, if you like. Remember-- we can't see ourselves from an exterior view. I needed you to see me.
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He needs to stop this, here they are talking about how they have to get married and he still feels this way. Miles is going to feel that cold wash as Gregor tries to stamp out those heated impulses, hating himself for them, and to combat the message that sends he turns Miles's hand over on the table to let them lace fingers properly. Just digging himself in deeper, isn't he, but he feels torn in half by wanting to comfort Miles so very badly and yet... not able to let himself without spiking his self-loathing, and each one feeding the other...
What a terrible mess.]
Shall I deconstruct all of the flaws you see in yourself? [Now he sounds hoarse, all the events of tonight catching up with him, and this time he does blame it a bit on the wine.] Trot them out and I'll counter them, if you like. Remember-- we can't see ourselves from an exterior view. I needed you to see me.