[ The shift is not a terrible one, at least, to consider one man in addition to his own oblivious heterosexuality. Their stint on Earth has at least introduced him to the concept in a way that isn't Betan, and the Naismith persona has done enough casual flirting for it to trickle back to the Vorkosigan side. The trick will be when he has to identify as something other than heterosexual-with-one-exception. Something to work out later. Something beyond their scope for now.
He welcomes Gregor into his mind gladly, doing the mental equivalent of wrapping both arms around his emperor and holding him close. Gregor can easily feel the texture of Miles' mind at this level of proximity: bright and pulsing with energy on the surface, but teetering above an abyss. There is no subtle shift from top to bottom, no ocean to fall through to get to the core. Miles is all chasms, utter freefall until the impact at the bottom. But the heights are so lovely and bright and warm - Gregor in particular is guided to a safe place for both of them, with the cliff edges far enough away to keep from rolling the both of them off accidentally.
Which is good, because Miles' attention is immediately elsewhere. On Gregor kneeling before him, undoing the height differential between them in one move. He likes that too. He likes nearly any spot on the scale, really. Miles draws in a sharp little breath, his mind twisting into fiery, anticipatory knots. ]
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He welcomes Gregor into his mind gladly, doing the mental equivalent of wrapping both arms around his emperor and holding him close. Gregor can easily feel the texture of Miles' mind at this level of proximity: bright and pulsing with energy on the surface, but teetering above an abyss. There is no subtle shift from top to bottom, no ocean to fall through to get to the core. Miles is all chasms, utter freefall until the impact at the bottom. But the heights are so lovely and bright and warm - Gregor in particular is guided to a safe place for both of them, with the cliff edges far enough away to keep from rolling the both of them off accidentally.
Which is good, because Miles' attention is immediately elsewhere. On Gregor kneeling before him, undoing the height differential between them in one move. He likes that too. He likes nearly any spot on the scale, really. Miles draws in a sharp little breath, his mind twisting into fiery, anticipatory knots. ]
Please. Yes.