( the fact that he's ... actually considering max's proposal (or whatever it is you want to call it; proposition might be a better word) says a lot more for his state of mind than the expression on his face, which is still somewhere between pensive and completely, utterly lost. he doesn't know what blowjobs are (have they been invented yet? surely, but arthur doesn't exactly keep that sort of company and the term itself is much more modern than he is) but he's fairly certain it's sexual in nature, because half of everything max says to him is sexual in nature. that's just the way he is. and it doesn't bother arthur, not really, he's just not used to that kind of ... flamboyancy. conceal, don't feel is more how arthur rolls.
that said. )
I might put more effort into it if I knew what I were doing. ( he sounds almost petulant. but mostly, he's just embarrassed. maybe he should be checking out these lemurs after all. he turns, a meager glance in the animals' direction. what must it feel like to not have all these complicated emotions? to be able to just exist without a care in the world? no responsibility, just the natural order of things. then, just briefly, he wonders if there's such a thing as gay lemurs. probably not.
after another moment, he sighs, frustratedly more than defeatedly, though he feels like somehow he has lost, maybe to himself. he's still trying to wrap his head around all of this, but he always has been more of a see it to believe it kind of man. maybe the same concept applies to ... well, whatever it is that he feels when he sees merlin, or when max kisses him. a spark, the tiniest flame of desire.
he glances back at max, his friend, someone he trusts. someone with much more knowledge of intimate relationships than arthur. ) These experiments. Would you ... ( uh, he's bad at this. how to say this without sounding like a total fool? ) That is to say, I would need guidance.
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that said. )
I might put more effort into it if I knew what I were doing. ( he sounds almost petulant. but mostly, he's just embarrassed. maybe he should be checking out these lemurs after all. he turns, a meager glance in the animals' direction. what must it feel like to not have all these complicated emotions? to be able to just exist without a care in the world? no responsibility, just the natural order of things. then, just briefly, he wonders if there's such a thing as gay lemurs. probably not.
after another moment, he sighs, frustratedly more than defeatedly, though he feels like somehow he has lost, maybe to himself. he's still trying to wrap his head around all of this, but he always has been more of a see it to believe it kind of man. maybe the same concept applies to ... well, whatever it is that he feels when he sees merlin, or when max kisses him. a spark, the tiniest flame of desire.
he glances back at max, his friend, someone he trusts. someone with much more knowledge of intimate relationships than arthur. ) These experiments. Would you ... ( uh, he's bad at this. how to say this without sounding like a total fool? ) That is to say, I would need guidance.