_{[ Eagerly, Laios settles Kabru’s other hand along his face, enjoying the warmth of being held with two hands, fingers idly rubbing into his lover’s wrists. His eyes close. ]}

— He wouldn’t pick me. I’m nothing great or comparable to what he is, so I am sure that’s what he is looking for, but even so..

_{[ He sounds a little nervous. ]}

I like being with you and wouldn’t want to do something outside of our arrangement, so I wouldn’t.

_{[ that doesn’t mean he’s not interested in both, though. ]}