[When he feels Miles do it, it spurs Gregor to automatically check his links as well, and he tightens them all down ever further, that last nudge to go from able-to-be-knocked-on to fully shut and impenetrable. Normally he tries to keep himself at least accessible... not right now. This is for him.
Distracted as he is with that, he doesn't notice that Miles had left his link open with his mother. Which is really for the best because Gregor would just get diverted. Instead he's following Miles, abandoning the wine bottle and trying to stifle a sudden attack of nerves.
Is he really doing this?] Bedroom, [he agrees, because apparently he is, though his stomach is fluttering and turning over. What if this goes terribly? Gregor hasn't had sex since Cavilo and not very many times before that, either. Make that twice, aside from her. It'd seemed fine when he was mouthing at his neck a second ago, but who knows how things will be when they graduate to intimate contact, clothes off, in bed...
There's a whole array of things that could go wrong and Gregor is trying very hard not to think about them. He trusts Miles-- but he doesn't trust himself. His own reactions and desires are a mystery to him. He's never been honest with someone in bed in his life.
They end up in Miles's room by the simple expedient of it being the closer one. Of course, the interior of it is nothing new to Gregor, so there's nothing to distract him from closing the door and turning back to Miles, who's probably been feeling his nerves flutter up and torment him. His whole bearing has closed off just a little again, unable to help himself with what he plans on saying.
Tentatively, and again only because it's Miles and no one else, he says,] I'm not sure how this will go for me. But I'd really... like to find out. And I really want to touch you.
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Distracted as he is with that, he doesn't notice that Miles had left his link open with his mother. Which is really for the best because Gregor would just get diverted. Instead he's following Miles, abandoning the wine bottle and trying to stifle a sudden attack of nerves.
Is he really doing this?] Bedroom, [he agrees, because apparently he is, though his stomach is fluttering and turning over. What if this goes terribly? Gregor hasn't had sex since Cavilo and not very many times before that, either. Make that twice, aside from her. It'd seemed fine when he was mouthing at his neck a second ago, but who knows how things will be when they graduate to intimate contact, clothes off, in bed...
There's a whole array of things that could go wrong and Gregor is trying very hard not to think about them. He trusts Miles-- but he doesn't trust himself. His own reactions and desires are a mystery to him. He's never been honest with someone in bed in his life.
They end up in Miles's room by the simple expedient of it being the closer one. Of course, the interior of it is nothing new to Gregor, so there's nothing to distract him from closing the door and turning back to Miles, who's probably been feeling his nerves flutter up and torment him. His whole bearing has closed off just a little again, unable to help himself with what he plans on saying.
Tentatively, and again only because it's Miles and no one else, he says,] I'm not sure how this will go for me. But I'd really... like to find out. And I really want to touch you.