[ Distantly, Lasulahn thinks of how vividly Daithi's kiss conjures memories of that day years ago. Too busy, or too shy (both, perhaps) to seek out relationships, Daithi had been Lasulahn's first kiss - and first taste of intimacy. Even some years later, Daithi, and that day, remain the only experience he has. Lasulahn is a romantic by nature, strengthened by his predilection for novels that catered to that sort of idealism.
Even though it had become clear Daithi wasn't seeking a relationship, Lasulahn has always wondered if some private part of him still wanted romance with Daithi, specifically, and that was why he hadn't made time for anyone else. As his lips part without hesitation, tongue meeting tongue, Lasulahn is suddenly less unsure about precisely that.
His water bottle he abandons to the side with a slow, distracted movement, hand then drifting to Daithi's side; the other, coming to rest light against his chest. ]
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Even though it had become clear Daithi wasn't seeking a relationship, Lasulahn has always wondered if some private part of him still wanted romance with Daithi, specifically, and that was why he hadn't made time for anyone else. As his lips part without hesitation, tongue meeting tongue, Lasulahn is suddenly less unsure about precisely that.
His water bottle he abandons to the side with a slow, distracted movement, hand then drifting to Daithi's side; the other, coming to rest light against his chest. ]