[He's a little uncertain, the affectionate names seeming slightly more intimate, although not yet to the point where Asra feels compelled to leave. It seems more like simply teasing the poor doctor, now turning a shade that is starting to rival his hair.
That has Asra giving a warm, throaty chuckle, the kind rarely heard outside of intimate situations they'd shared in the past, and he reaches for his cup of tea slowly. His fingers brush lightly against Cain's hand as he takes it, and he favours the other man with a look from under pale lashes.
Whatever moment found there is broken as Faust moves rather rapidly down Asra's arm to curl around the mug and his hand, and Asra settles his attention back on Julian.]
I remember a certain desperation, but I don't think it had anything to do with the plague.
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That has Asra giving a warm, throaty chuckle, the kind rarely heard outside of intimate situations they'd shared in the past, and he reaches for his cup of tea slowly. His fingers brush lightly against Cain's hand as he takes it, and he favours the other man with a look from under pale lashes.
Whatever moment found there is broken as Faust moves rather rapidly down Asra's arm to curl around the mug and his hand, and Asra settles his attention back on Julian.]
I remember a certain desperation, but I don't think it had anything to do with the plague.