[Rolling throne would be an accurate description, though Eugene would protest that it wasn't that lofty. Zevran did most of the transferring himself, but Eugene followed suit after in short order, much more experienced and much less drunk for the movement.
Taking one of Zev's arms, he tugged him into his lap on the sofa, settling him in his lap while he loops his arms lazily around him. Hopefully, Zevran would be too drunk to notice the very faint trembling in Eugene's hands, but it really was a relief to have him back. Perhaps a little different in some physical ways, but the same as he remembered him. Ducking his head, he rested his mouth over top Zevran's shoulder before turning his face against the elf's neck, breathing in deep against his skin. It was an affectionate, gesture, one meant to reacquaint him with Zevran's warmth and presence.]
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Taking one of Zev's arms, he tugged him into his lap on the sofa, settling him in his lap while he loops his arms lazily around him. Hopefully, Zevran would be too drunk to notice the very faint trembling in Eugene's hands, but it really was a relief to have him back. Perhaps a little different in some physical ways, but the same as he remembered him. Ducking his head, he rested his mouth over top Zevran's shoulder before turning his face against the elf's neck, breathing in deep against his skin. It was an affectionate, gesture, one meant to reacquaint him with Zevran's warmth and presence.]
You trust me?