[Waiting for Blake to actually respond is weirdly nerve wracking. He keeps trying to tell himself that it doesn't matter. Because why does it? Why would Blake liking the kiss mean anything to him? It shouldn't. It doesn't.
But it does, because for some reason he can't explain to himself, he wants Blake to like it. It almost feels like he needs Blake to like it. He just needs some-fucking-body right now. If it's Blake of all people, he doesn't care. A warm embrace, a kiss, just feeling connected to a person right now would be so fucking wonderful after being so used to it with Valeria. He won't say no to more, but being with someone in any capacity right now would be really good for him.
When Blake finally responds, it's as if he can actually breathe again. It's a long moment before he finally responds, his voice even quieter than it was before because of what he's about to say.]
[Action]
But it does, because for some reason he can't explain to himself, he wants Blake to like it. It almost feels like he needs Blake to like it. He just needs some-fucking-body right now. If it's Blake of all people, he doesn't care. A warm embrace, a kiss, just feeling connected to a person right now would be so fucking wonderful after being so used to it with Valeria. He won't say no to more, but being with someone in any capacity right now would be really good for him.
When Blake finally responds, it's as if he can actually breathe again. It's a long moment before he finally responds, his voice even quieter than it was before because of what he's about to say.]
I have a room at the inn... We... could be alone.