[ In the interest of not bringing Locus back to his senses, Felix doesn't look at their hands. But he's acutely conscious of every movement Locus' thumb makes as it moves over the back of his own. It's almost like it leaves some kind of trail in its wake—a swath of slightly warmer skin.
Which is stupid and untrue but he thinks it anyway. ]
Sometimes, sure.
[ As nonchalantly as a man can, Felix nudges at Locus' ankle with his foot. It's light, a touch instead of a kick, just to make another point of contact. ]
Sometimes it's nice to have a backup plan too.
[ His oh so casual way of saying that even though he mocks him for it sometimes, he doesn't actually hate Locus' anal-retentive planning. ]
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Which is stupid and untrue but he thinks it anyway. ]
Sometimes, sure.
[ As nonchalantly as a man can, Felix nudges at Locus' ankle with his foot. It's light, a touch instead of a kick, just to make another point of contact. ]
Sometimes it's nice to have a backup plan too.
[ His oh so casual way of saying that even though he mocks him for it sometimes, he doesn't actually hate Locus' anal-retentive planning. ]