[ Tristan almost blurts out an overly-excited "I told you so" but doesn't bother, just laughs, because it hasn't felt that good to laugh in a long time. He knew since the house it was starting, but feeling that heat over his fingers, radiating out from his chest. It feels like being kissed by someone who has loved you since the very beginning of all creation. It feels like gates have been opened and the taste of gold on your tongue--not the bloody, bitter kind but the sweet, gilt taste of it resting on your teeth. ]
That's what I was trying to tell you, [ he murmurs smoothly, feeling Max slide his hands up under his shirt and against his ribs. He breathes in deep and full and feels like he could fucking run a marathon. He could run the length of the West Coast all the way to his mother. He could swim the fucking Pacific and then swim back and swim the Atlantic just as well. Climb Kiloman-whatever-it's-called. All that good stuff.
He bumps temples with Max, too hard, enough to smart, but the exhilaration dulls it. ]
I didn't know who to tell first--you were closest. I had to tell someone.
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That's what I was trying to tell you, [ he murmurs smoothly, feeling Max slide his hands up under his shirt and against his ribs. He breathes in deep and full and feels like he could fucking run a marathon. He could run the length of the West Coast all the way to his mother. He could swim the fucking Pacific and then swim back and swim the Atlantic just as well. Climb Kiloman-whatever-it's-called. All that good stuff.
He bumps temples with Max, too hard, enough to smart, but the exhilaration dulls it. ]
I didn't know who to tell first--you were closest. I had to tell someone.
[ It couldn't wait until breakfast, okay? ]