mind_blown | IMEEJI INBOX

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"This is Jason. Leave a message.

Or don't. I don't care."

Mm...

[he pauses, his eyes not quite leaving those lines.]

... I don't know if I'd want to do that again, though. At the very least-- just you, got it?

[His smile takes on a bit of a guilty tinge, but - he nods, in understanding.]

Okay. It's-- not for everyone.

[Jay did this for me. Just me. That thought weighs on him as Griffin takes in his face again. He cups his cheek, reassuringly.]

You tried it. That... means a lot already.

[he nudges him.]

Knock off the guilty look. I can decide to do or not to do stuff on my own.

[he's... trying to communicate. don't let that ruin this.]

[Griffin shoots him a mock pout]

Fine - I regret nothing and I'm gonna daydream about it later.

Fair.

If it was that hot, it'd be a shame if you forgot it.

[irreverence is a coping strategy.]

Wish you coulda seen it. The view was gorgeous.

[A beat, then - glancing away, he adds,]

You can still tie me up though. If-- if you wanted.

[would he tie up griffin? when he considers how off he felt being tied up? he might, if Griffin wanted it.

which it seemed like he did.]

Okay.

Did you get some of that aggression out?

[He closes his eyes with a smile, amused at the notion that he could feel anything with blissful in this afterglow.]

Do I look aggressive right now?

No.

[he admits openly.]

You look ready to pass out, actually. In which case...

[time to grab the last book on his night stand.

Something about electromagnetic theory and machinery.]

Wow. I don't pass out that quickly...

[he's savouring the moment, it's different.]

[he glances at him, but doesn’t say anything to that. He’s just going to start reading. Especially as long as Griffin’s eyes are closed.]

[Whatever. He wasn't awake enough to properly cuddle last time, so he's just gonna enjoy keeping Jay here while he could.]

Edited 2020-01-20 22:34 (UTC)

[look, he’ll read for about 20 minutes, long after he thinks Griffin is asleep.

And lightly brush his hand through his hair absently, in light repetitive motions. While he doesn’t stop reading.

As evidenced by how he still turns pages every few minutes.]