[It seems too good to be true, watching Zevran settle his things back where they once were, and Eugene couldn't help but watch him from the doorway in silence. There was a brief fear, the sort that crept through his stomach and found its way to the base of his head, that this wasn't real. Like he'd wake up any moment and blink away the vestiges of a dream.
The brush of lips on the back of his hand had been warm, though. Warm and sincere in the affection it had been given as. Zev was casual with affection, but not all of them were superficial.
Preparing Zev's drink was simple, and relatively quick, because in short order he was placing it within hand's reach of Zev, grinning as he took a seat opposite. Not for distance's sake, but so that Zev could sprawl, if he were so inclined.]
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The brush of lips on the back of his hand had been warm, though. Warm and sincere in the affection it had been given as. Zev was casual with affection, but not all of them were superficial.
Preparing Zev's drink was simple, and relatively quick, because in short order he was placing it within hand's reach of Zev, grinning as he took a seat opposite. Not for distance's sake, but so that Zev could sprawl, if he were so inclined.]
So, win a war. What's it like?