[ He'd put in what he thought was enough for two people, thought it was obvious they were meant to share. He'd enforce that, too, except... It's the hand reaching out to softly brush his hair back away from his forehead. It's run us a shower. It's those things combined, and the tone Mace says with it, and the implication.
He freezes. Plain and simple, he's too frozen to try and push it. Too frozen even to say listen, I don't, but another part of his mind digs its heels in.
They're stuck here together. They're here together, and they might fucking die tonight. Even if he doesn't do this for himself (even if he can pretend no part of him wants it), who the fuck is he to do that to the guy who saved his life? Who the fuck does he think he is, taking away this one good in all the bad?
So his chin ducks, and he shovels food into his mouth instead of shoveling his foot into it.
He's starving.
(For food and for intimacy.)
Besides that, a shower sounds fucking fantastic after two days of sweating and bleeding and screwing around in the dust.
The quantity he puts down between the time Mace leaves and the time Ian joins him is almost astounding, frankly. Full, warm, post-coital, stepping into the shower is like the final nail in the coffin for how fucking tired he'll be after. ]
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He freezes. Plain and simple, he's too frozen to try and push it. Too frozen even to say listen, I don't, but another part of his mind digs its heels in.
They're stuck here together. They're here together, and they might fucking die tonight. Even if he doesn't do this for himself (even if he can pretend no part of him wants it), who the fuck is he to do that to the guy who saved his life? Who the fuck does he think he is, taking away this one good in all the bad?
So his chin ducks, and he shovels food into his mouth instead of shoveling his foot into it.
He's starving.
(For food and for intimacy.)
Besides that, a shower sounds fucking fantastic after two days of sweating and bleeding and screwing around in the dust.
The quantity he puts down between the time Mace leaves and the time Ian joins him is almost astounding, frankly. Full, warm, post-coital, stepping into the shower is like the final nail in the coffin for how fucking tired he'll be after. ]