For a second, Sasuke just blinked up at Warsman, drinking in that statement and all its implications like it was cool water on his smoke-raw throat. He still had trouble believing it--that he was wanted, sincerely wanted. Wanted enough that even a house fire could be forgiven.
And that hacking cough, born from a surprised intake of breath that was more smoke than air. Shocked at Sasuke's words. He was wanted enough that Warsman hadn't even considered it.
His face was hot, mouth dry as he watched and listened, the words clearer now. Part of it was still shame, which increased when he followed Warsman's gesture to the lump of melted teddy bear, but the majority of it was still a pleasant sort of shock.
He wants me around. Fuck.
"Long story," he started, chewing on his lip. His fingers twitched, fussing with his clothes, too nervous to stay still. "My boss sent it. I asked for advice because I didn't know what I should get you."
And admitting that made him flush deeper, such an undeniable statement of his lack of experience and ability in this arena. "It was hideous, so I thought I'd burn it and make you chocolate instead--"
The chocolate.
The chocolate.
"Shit!"
He raced into the kitchen and flipped off the burner--small miracle, it wasn't smoking or aflame, but the smell of burnt chocolate was unmistakable.
Hand resting on the counter, he screwed his eyes shut. "And I ruined that, too. Damn it."
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For a second, Sasuke just blinked up at Warsman, drinking in that statement and all its implications like it was cool water on his smoke-raw throat. He still had trouble believing it--that he was wanted, sincerely wanted. Wanted enough that even a house fire could be forgiven.
And that hacking cough, born from a surprised intake of breath that was more smoke than air. Shocked at Sasuke's words. He was wanted enough that Warsman hadn't even considered it.
His face was hot, mouth dry as he watched and listened, the words clearer now. Part of it was still shame, which increased when he followed Warsman's gesture to the lump of melted teddy bear, but the majority of it was still a pleasant sort of shock.
He wants me around. Fuck.
"Long story," he started, chewing on his lip. His fingers twitched, fussing with his clothes, too nervous to stay still. "My boss sent it. I asked for advice because I didn't know what I should get you."
And admitting that made him flush deeper, such an undeniable statement of his lack of experience and ability in this arena. "It was hideous, so I thought I'd burn it and make you chocolate instead--"
The chocolate.
The chocolate.
"Shit!"
He raced into the kitchen and flipped off the burner--small miracle, it wasn't smoking or aflame, but the smell of burnt chocolate was unmistakable.
Hand resting on the counter, he screwed his eyes shut. "And I ruined that, too. Damn it."