[ It's said with a slight smile in response to the tiredness that's sunk into Jean Louis' voice at the thought of not getting to take him to bed, not keeping his catch or whatever terms the man uses in the privacy of his mind to describe this particular process. At least he isn't judging him, like Claude has experienced with a couple of the guys he's met at In&Out, the city's only gay bar and a place he has come to avoid pretty vehemently. He isn't judging Jean Louis either, they can give each other that much at this point, Claude is well aware how many people surf through their dates in this manner and he accepts it, for lack of better, but he knows it isn't for him. Not anymore. Not after Rainier.
He needs more time to form the right picture. Like he told Jean Louis when the man contacted him, he wants to know what he's walking into.
They turn up the street where he lives in old Madame Traverse's loft's apartment at the far end of the road. There's approximately five minutes left, until he'll need to get out of the car and return to his ordinary life that doesn't take much inspiration from fairy tales and Disney. Aston Martin carriage rides sure aren't a part of the package come morning. Carefully, Claude leans to the side a little, just enough to be able to reach the other man's leg when he stretches out his arm. He places a soft pat against his knee, keeping far out of any dangerous zones, staying within the boundaries of common friendliness. He doesn't take any liberties and he doesn't make any assumptions. It's just that - a pat on the knee. A fleeting intimacy. Contact. ]
I've had a really good time, though, so... [ An only slightly awkward pause. ] I'd be glad to hear from you again.
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[ It's said with a slight smile in response to the tiredness that's sunk into Jean Louis' voice at the thought of not getting to take him to bed, not keeping his catch or whatever terms the man uses in the privacy of his mind to describe this particular process. At least he isn't judging him, like Claude has experienced with a couple of the guys he's met at In&Out, the city's only gay bar and a place he has come to avoid pretty vehemently. He isn't judging Jean Louis either, they can give each other that much at this point, Claude is well aware how many people surf through their dates in this manner and he accepts it, for lack of better, but he knows it isn't for him. Not anymore. Not after Rainier.
He needs more time to form the right picture. Like he told Jean Louis when the man contacted him, he wants to know what he's walking into.
They turn up the street where he lives in old Madame Traverse's loft's apartment at the far end of the road. There's approximately five minutes left, until he'll need to get out of the car and return to his ordinary life that doesn't take much inspiration from fairy tales and Disney. Aston Martin carriage rides sure aren't a part of the package come morning. Carefully, Claude leans to the side a little, just enough to be able to reach the other man's leg when he stretches out his arm. He places a soft pat against his knee, keeping far out of any dangerous zones, staying within the boundaries of common friendliness. He doesn't take any liberties and he doesn't make any assumptions. It's just that - a pat on the knee. A fleeting intimacy. Contact. ]
I've had a really good time, though, so... [ An only slightly awkward pause. ] I'd be glad to hear from you again.