[ Weird as his humor is to some, Ian at least huffs out a breathy laugh. It's absurd enough thinking he'd nod off for a fucking second anyway, because he knows Mace. It's only been days, he knows it's only been days, but on some level he's starting to understand... they may not know superficial details like their mother's names or their favorite color, but they know each other in a deep and fundamental way most couples never experience.
(Not that he's necessarily... calling them a couple yet.)
You can't know a person until you've been through shit like they have together.
He also knows Mace isn't a coffee guy, but it's less about taste right now and more about energy. Alertness, having something to burn while they navigate through.
Water.
Yeah, that's a good call - when's the last time they fucking hydrated? There's a way he can do at least that much while they move - as they stand, he threads an arm through Mace's, elbows like chain links. ]
You lead, don't let me fall on my face.
[ A murmur, before the blue starts up again. His eyes are on it when he asks: ]
no subject
(Not that he's necessarily... calling them a couple yet.)
You can't know a person until you've been through shit like they have together.
He also knows Mace isn't a coffee guy, but it's less about taste right now and more about energy. Alertness, having something to burn while they navigate through.
Water.
Yeah, that's a good call - when's the last time they fucking hydrated? There's a way he can do at least that much while they move - as they stand, he threads an arm through Mace's, elbows like chain links. ]
You lead, don't let me fall on my face.
[ A murmur, before the blue starts up again. His eyes are on it when he asks: ]
What's your hypothesis?