[ Oblivious to the internal struggle going on inside of Locus, Felix doesn't believe there's anything out of the ordinary about the way he takes a drink. Maybe it's a little larger than usual, but it's been a long drive and with the bull a constant source of temptation loitering at the periphery of Felix's vision, it's understandable that he might want a little bit of liquid fortification.
What does confuse him is when sees Locus' hand start to creep across the table. Thinking maybe he's reaching for something, Felix takes a quick, subtle inventory of his options and comes up blank. There's nothing here. Everything that Locus might possibly want is on his side of the table. Which means he's—
The mystery's solved when he feels that finger slide over his own. In an instant, possible reactions flash through his mind: looking down in shock, clamping onto Locus' hand now that it's within range and not letting go, asking him what he's doing, staring at him like a moa caught in the headlights. Some of these options as tempting as fuck, but Felix, wiser than he acts nearly all of the time, does none of them.
Because Locus is playing it off like it isn't happening and Felix knows if he draws attention to it in any way, positive or negative, he's going to stop and might not ever do it again. Counterintuitive as it is, positive reinforcement where Locus is concerned tends to be ignoring the behavior that he wants to reinforce. ]
An outline with little color-coded flags and half a dozen ways to get to each one sorted by time, distance, and potential obstacles? [ It's a tease, asked with a tiny smile that's more grin than smirk. Being organized and meticulous to an anal degree makes Locus happy for reasons Felix cannot and probably never will be able to fathom. He isn't going to ruin it for him. The pad of his thumb skates along the top of Locus' finger, smoothing back and forth in a light, almost absent way. ] If Natural History catches fire, accounting for panicked crowds, what's the best way to get to Air and Space?
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What does confuse him is when sees Locus' hand start to creep across the table. Thinking maybe he's reaching for something, Felix takes a quick, subtle inventory of his options and comes up blank. There's nothing here. Everything that Locus might possibly want is on his side of the table. Which means he's—
The mystery's solved when he feels that finger slide over his own. In an instant, possible reactions flash through his mind: looking down in shock, clamping onto Locus' hand now that it's within range and not letting go, asking him what he's doing, staring at him like a moa caught in the headlights. Some of these options as tempting as fuck, but Felix, wiser than he acts nearly all of the time, does none of them.
Because Locus is playing it off like it isn't happening and Felix knows if he draws attention to it in any way, positive or negative, he's going to stop and might not ever do it again. Counterintuitive as it is, positive reinforcement where Locus is concerned tends to be ignoring the behavior that he wants to reinforce. ]
An outline with little color-coded flags and half a dozen ways to get to each one sorted by time, distance, and potential obstacles? [ It's a tease, asked with a tiny smile that's more grin than smirk. Being organized and meticulous to an anal degree makes Locus happy for reasons Felix cannot and probably never will be able to fathom. He isn't going to ruin it for him. The pad of his thumb skates along the top of Locus' finger, smoothing back and forth in a light, almost absent way. ] If Natural History catches fire, accounting for panicked crowds, what's the best way to get to Air and Space?