[ That laugh sends goosebumps up his spine. He swallows again and can't help a little huff of laughter himself; a rare sound that doesn't also sound obnoxious and arrogant. ]
Guess I get all analytical when I'm stressed out.
[ Gavin's really trying to not think about how nice Connor feels in his arms. This is so ridiculous— he knows this is probably all suspension bridge effect, right? It has to be. He has degrees! In psychology! This is just adrenaline and adrenaline makes you aroused...!
But... the way Connor's lips move and look so up close. How his already hoarse voice sounds hushed and near his ear. Especially when he asks him a question like that, one that stuns him a moment. His pulse is rushing in his ears. ]
I...
[ His answer is cut short by the crashing sound, turning to look at the scene unfolding as well. Ah, right, yes. The whole reason they're here. He grits his teeth, feeling a flash of anger at the people running this fucked up party— But at least they have a good starting point. He hopes they get there in time to save them.
He's yanked up by Connor, slinking his arm around his waist as he walks. Gavin's on the same page, already going off how how invisible they seemed sitting in that chair with their hands all over each other. He starts to tug on his tie to complete the look, that they're a couple who just can't keep their pants on any longer. ]
I'll take point. Just be careful.
[ And then they're slipping through the curtain. ]
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Guess I get all analytical when I'm stressed out.
[ Gavin's really trying to not think about how nice Connor feels in his arms. This is so ridiculous— he knows this is probably all suspension bridge effect, right? It has to be. He has degrees! In psychology! This is just adrenaline and adrenaline makes you aroused...!
But... the way Connor's lips move and look so up close. How his already hoarse voice sounds hushed and near his ear. Especially when he asks him a question like that, one that stuns him a moment. His pulse is rushing in his ears. ]
I...
[ His answer is cut short by the crashing sound, turning to look at the scene unfolding as well. Ah, right, yes. The whole reason they're here. He grits his teeth, feeling a flash of anger at the people running this fucked up party— But at least they have a good starting point. He hopes they get there in time to save them.
He's yanked up by Connor, slinking his arm around his waist as he walks. Gavin's on the same page, already going off how how invisible they seemed sitting in that chair with their hands all over each other. He starts to tug on his tie to complete the look, that they're a couple who just can't keep their pants on any longer. ]
I'll take point. Just be careful.
[ And then they're slipping through the curtain. ]