[His grin widens as the blush moves across Kravitz face, rolling his shoulders to push closer and thinking for a second he's successfully charmed the (maybe literal) pants off him when he talks again, and his first instinct is immediately to pull back. Taako can feel his posture tighten, suddenly too aware of all the breathing he's doing against Kravitz' nonmoving chest, how he can't quiet himself as much as he wants.
Because Kravitz asks, and for once, his second instinct is to answer.]
Fuckin' peachy my dude.
[Why does he feel so breathless? What is he afraid of, all of a sudden, here in Kravitz' arms? What is he even doing, this close, this trusting, giving himself over to... whatever this is?
He wants to press closer, and just doesn't know how. His forehead rests on Kravitz' collarbone now, head tilted down, like a kid hiding behind their parent's leg.]
Just, y'know. Everyone showin' up. Lots of people here from, uh, home and everything.
[Baby steps. Kravitz is removed from all of this, and explaining it to him feels insurmountable. But he doesn't want to let go.
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Because Kravitz asks, and for once, his second instinct is to answer.]
Fuckin' peachy my dude.
[Why does he feel so breathless? What is he afraid of, all of a sudden, here in Kravitz' arms? What is he even doing, this close, this trusting, giving himself over to... whatever this is?
He wants to press closer, and just doesn't know how. His forehead rests on Kravitz' collarbone now, head tilted down, like a kid hiding behind their parent's leg.]
Just, y'know. Everyone showin' up. Lots of people here from, uh, home and everything.
[Baby steps. Kravitz is removed from all of this, and explaining it to him feels insurmountable. But he doesn't want to let go.
He never, ever wanted to be alone.]