Engie was about to say something else, but oh.. hey. Their hands are touching again. He stares down at his hand first, then at Spy. Engie never forgot the festival, but he DID forget how nice touching hands felt.]
... Yeah. I'm noticin' that now.
[You know what, fuck it, he's not going to pretend they're not doing this anymore. He laughs.]
Our hands gotta stop meeting like this. [... Though, now that he thinks about it, he vaguely remembers reading that Cordis people were fairly amorous and self-indulgent. Yep. Big flags.] It doesn't hurt, if that's what you're worried about.
[There was still residual pain when he closed his fists, naturally, but now that he thinks about it, it really doesn't hurt that much all of a sudden. See: moonlancing repairing minor wounds, etc. etc.]
[Spy looks up from Engie's hand to blink at him, mildly perplexed if the furrow of his brow is any indication. It's only when he looks back down again and registers the unnatural warmth radiating from their hands that he remembers himself. He doesn't let go, though.]
Ah. Does it make you uncomfortable?
[And there goes his voice again. The question's sincere, but the way his lip quirks lets on that it's also a little tease. Does Dell Conagher get nervous when he holds hands with the tall, dark, handsome Spyyyy~?
Still, his hands relax, ready to let go if Engie gives him the word. He hadn't even noticed he'd done this, but he's not going to ignore physical boundaries. Rule number 3 of being a gentleman!!]
This was different from the festival. That was a mutually awkward thing. Now Spy's doing this on purpose, and Engineer has no idea how to react now that he's put two and two together.]
Uh.
[Sorry, man. He stares between Spy and their hands.]
I think I'm just processing the fact you're actually flirtin' with me.
[Maybe not on purpose, per se. It's more that it feels right. And it feels good to hold hands, and something inside him wants to chase that. Either way, he looks mildly surprised when Engie busts out the 'f' word.]
I... I'm sorry. You mentioned being angry with Sanguis - perhaps Cordis had more to give me than just these eyes.
[And he'll lower Engie's hand just a bit, looking utterly conflicted as he does.]
[Sorry, buddy. The 'f' word just came out. Besides, he can't deny that Spy touching him feels right too, even if it wasn't on purpose.]
It's, uh. It's okay.
[Engie finally moves his hand away, paying careful mind to do it as normally as possible. Not slow enough that it lingers, but not fast enough that he seems bothered or disgusted.]
Hey, don't worry about it. You ain't the only one who had more than one weird thing happened to them. Remember when I said Sanguis was a 'passion' thing?
[He quirks an eyebrow, hoping it gets his point across. Yeah, the other kind of 'passion.' Long story short: don't be embarrassed about being flirty, because Dell was just straight-up horny sometimes.
He grins up at Spy, hoping the casual attitude gives them both an out. No big deal! Just a weird thing that can definitely happen between two half-dressed people who maintain a professional relationship!! One of whom smells really nice!!!!!]
You ever met that Swiss doctor, Ziegler? She had to patch me up one night when I got real bad. Long story short, you ain't the only one.
Now that his hands are free, he pinches the bridge of his nose with an exasperated sigh.]
I asked you here to make sure I wasn't losing my mind, not to swoon like a lovestruck schoolboy.
[Which answers his question, he supposes. Flirting with Engineer is definitely not something he'd do in his right mind. It doesn't help that he has to bite his tongue to keep from laughing at the thought of Engie punching things because he was feeling RANDY.
The urge disappears at the mention of Angela.]
Do you mean Angela? Yes, I've met her. Lovely girl. Glad to see her help is extending to you, as well.
[At least let him help you pretend this isn't a big deal, come on!!]
Well, you ain't losing your mind. Who'da guessed you'd be the swoon-ee this time around, though?
[Still joking! Still not making this about them!! It's fine. Neither of them would flirt with each other in their rights minds, so they can definitely make light of it. Or least not think about it. Or not admire that nice smell. Engie definitely isn't doing either right now.
At least he would have got Spy to laugh about all the weird Sanguis bullshit he went through. He chuckles weakly.]
Yeah, she... definitely helped. [They got a little handsy themselves, but that's another developing story.] We've talked tech a couple times. Guessin' she's bailed you out too.
[He's trying! But this is just very weird to him, man!
Spy does manage a wry smile, both at Engie's blatant attempts to defuse the awkwardness of the situation as well as the comment.]
Miracles do happen, I suppose.
[He notices that pause, though. He's not entirely surprised if things were a little more involved than Engine's letting on; god knows he's not one to judge someone for playing the field a little.]
Yes. I was affected by the pollen from the vines and she carried me until I could walk again.
[Gee, Spy. How come your mom lets you get carried by TWO attractive(??) people.
Really, though. This is a fine change of subject, even if it's hard not to look at those... fox eyes. Or for Engineer to kiss and tell, much less gossip about being vaguely interested in anyone.]
[Because Lunatia and its moons hate him. Probably for being French. The dry smirk on Spy's face indicates that he definitely didn't consent to paralysis. But despite the distraction of conversation, he still averts his gaze if their eyes connect for too long.]
Indeed. It's refreshing to be around a doctor that still has her medical license.
[Probably for being French. Engie takes the hint from the look on Spy's face - moreso when he looks away from him. He should probably excuse himself soon, before this gets too weird.]
No kiddin'. I'd call her "Better Medic," if she didn't have a name already.
[HA... ha. Ha.
He should go.]
Well, uh. Pretty sure you're still sane. And I'm guessin' those eyes ain't gonna kill you, for now.
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Engie was about to say something else, but oh.. hey. Their hands are touching again. He stares down at his hand first, then at Spy. Engie never forgot the festival, but he DID forget how nice touching hands felt.]
... Yeah. I'm noticin' that now.
[You know what, fuck it, he's not going to pretend they're not doing this anymore. He laughs.]
Our hands gotta stop meeting like this. [... Though, now that he thinks about it, he vaguely remembers reading that Cordis people were fairly amorous and self-indulgent. Yep. Big flags.] It doesn't hurt, if that's what you're worried about.
[There was still residual pain when he closed his fists, naturally, but now that he thinks about it, it really doesn't hurt that much all of a sudden. See: moonlancing repairing minor wounds, etc. etc.]
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Ah. Does it make you uncomfortable?
[And there goes his voice again. The question's sincere, but the way his lip quirks lets on that it's also a little tease. Does Dell Conagher get nervous when he holds hands with the tall, dark, handsome Spyyyy~?
Still, his hands relax, ready to let go if Engie gives him the word. He hadn't even noticed he'd done this, but he's not going to ignore physical boundaries. Rule number 3 of being a gentleman!!]
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This was different from the festival. That was a mutually awkward thing. Now Spy's doing this on purpose, and Engineer has no idea how to react now that he's put two and two together.]
Uh.
[Sorry, man. He stares between Spy and their hands.]
I think I'm just processing the fact you're actually flirtin' with me.
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I... I'm sorry. You mentioned being angry with Sanguis - perhaps Cordis had more to give me than just these eyes.
[And he'll lower Engie's hand just a bit, looking utterly conflicted as he does.]
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It's, uh. It's okay.
[Engie finally moves his hand away, paying careful mind to do it as normally as possible. Not slow enough that it lingers, but not fast enough that he seems bothered or disgusted.]
Hey, don't worry about it. You ain't the only one who had more than one weird thing happened to them. Remember when I said Sanguis was a 'passion' thing?
[He quirks an eyebrow, hoping it gets his point across. Yeah, the other kind of 'passion.' Long story short: don't be embarrassed about being flirty, because Dell was just straight-up horny sometimes.
He grins up at Spy, hoping the casual attitude gives them both an out. No big deal! Just a weird thing that can definitely happen between two half-dressed people who maintain a professional relationship!! One of whom smells really nice!!!!!]
You ever met that Swiss doctor, Ziegler? She had to patch me up one night when I got real bad. Long story short, you ain't the only one.
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Now that his hands are free, he pinches the bridge of his nose with an exasperated sigh.]
I asked you here to make sure I wasn't losing my mind, not to swoon like a lovestruck schoolboy.
[Which answers his question, he supposes. Flirting with Engineer is definitely not something he'd do in his right mind. It doesn't help that he has to bite his tongue to keep from laughing at the thought of Engie punching things because he was feeling RANDY.
The urge disappears at the mention of Angela.]
Do you mean Angela? Yes, I've met her. Lovely girl. Glad to see her help is extending to you, as well.
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Well, you ain't losing your mind. Who'da guessed you'd be the swoon-ee this time around, though?
[Still joking! Still not making this about them!! It's fine. Neither of them would flirt with each other in their rights minds, so they can definitely make light of it. Or least not think about it. Or not admire that nice smell. Engie definitely isn't doing either right now.
At least he would have got Spy to laugh about all the weird Sanguis bullshit he went through. He chuckles weakly.]
Yeah, she... definitely helped. [They got a little handsy themselves, but that's another
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Spy does manage a wry smile, both at Engie's blatant attempts to defuse the awkwardness of the situation as well as the comment.]
Miracles do happen, I suppose.
[He notices that pause, though. He's not entirely surprised if things were a little more involved than Engine's letting on; god knows he's not one to judge someone for playing the field a little.]
Yes. I was affected by the pollen from the vines and she carried me until I could walk again.
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[Gee, Spy. How come your mom lets you get carried by TWO attractive(??) people.
Really, though. This is a fine change of subject, even if it's hard not to look at those... fox eyes. Or for Engineer to kiss and tell, much less gossip about being vaguely interested in anyone.]
Guess she's a life-saver like that. Good woman.
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[Because Lunatia and its moons hate him. Probably for being French. The dry smirk on Spy's face indicates that he definitely didn't consent to paralysis. But despite the distraction of conversation, he still averts his gaze if their eyes connect for too long.]
Indeed. It's refreshing to be around a doctor that still has her medical license.
[At least, he's assuming she does.]
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No kiddin'. I'd call her "Better Medic," if she didn't have a name already.
[HA... ha. Ha.
He should go.]
Well, uh. Pretty sure you're still sane. And I'm guessin' those eyes ain't gonna kill you, for now.
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But yeah. Get Engie out of here before things get worse. Spy clears his throat and nods, moving towards the door again.]
Yes. That seems to be the case. Although if I feel as though I'm dying, I'll be sure to let you know.
[Spy actually rubs the back of his neck for a moment, contemplating for just a moment.]
Thank you. I apologize if I woke you up, but I appreciate you coming.
we can end it here if you want
[Like Spy's not already guiding him out the door. He follows, and stops as Spy speaks again.
... Ah, dammit. He nods.]
Don't worry about it. Like I said, we oughta look after each other out here.
[Which is true. He really does mean that. He flashes Spy a small, genuine grin as he heads out the door.
... And tries not to think about this for at least a couple days.]
alrighty
[Spy closes the door behind Engie and... well, he has some soul-searching to do.
...After a carton of cigarettes and a few glasses of Lunatian booze.]