Wyatt grins. He ducks his head, giving a wry shake of his head as much at himself as Paul's very unique vernacular.
It's taken him a long while to come to terms with the kind of man he is - layman's psych evals aside, friendly though they may have been (masculinity complex, boy scout syndrome (and he wonders where Glitch got the latter from, if not the Other Side)) - and though he knows for a fact he wasn't nearly as tactile an annual ago, or as emotional during this kind of stress, there's nothing in the world he'd rather have than this. Exactly this. Snark and banter and not-hiding-from-anyone.
"I know," he murmurs, soaking up the sheer, utter bliss courtesy of one lone cancer stick. Goodness knows they helped him through a lot of bad, bad nights while Paul was away.
"I, um, might need to get a free pass for a few days. For a lot of things." He glances at the other man, not entirely able to keep his eyes away to start with.
[Ferry terminal]
It's taken him a long while to come to terms with the kind of man he is - layman's psych evals aside, friendly though they may have been (masculinity complex, boy scout syndrome (and he wonders where Glitch got the latter from, if not the Other Side)) - and though he knows for a fact he wasn't nearly as tactile an annual ago, or as emotional during this kind of stress, there's nothing in the world he'd rather have than this. Exactly this. Snark and banter and not-hiding-from-anyone.
"I know," he murmurs, soaking up the sheer, utter bliss courtesy of one lone cancer stick. Goodness knows they helped him through a lot of bad, bad nights while Paul was away.
"I, um, might need to get a free pass for a few days. For a lot of things." He glances at the other man, not entirely able to keep his eyes away to start with.
"If that's okay with you."