[ truth be told, justin is kind of nervous once raphael actually starts to flip through the pages. he's never been terribly self-conscious when it comes to other people seeing his art, but for some reason, he suddenly feels anxious to know what raphael thinks about. at the same time, he doesn't want to know at all, and he has to shake away the impulse to reach out and take the sketch book back before raphael can get to the second drawing of himself.
his reaction is hard to gauge, so justin just watches him in silence, waiting for any kind of indication or gesture to help him along in figuring out what raphael may or may not be thinking. truth be told, he's always liked the air of mystery that always seems to linger around the other man, even when he's not even trying to be mysterious, but right now it's almost maddening to not be able to read him clearly.
justin's eyes flicker downward for a moment, watching the muscles in raphael's throat flex as he swallows, and when he finally speaks, he looks up to find raphael looking at him, and for some reason, he can't look away.
probably because he doesn't want to. ]
Well...
[ he starts, and then inches one shoulder up in the smallest of shrugs. his hands shift in his lap a little, turning over and spreading out over both of his own thighs and sliding out towards his knees before inching back in. ]
Yeah. I think you're worth remembering. This way, [ he says, tilting his chin toward the drawing of raphael, ] even if I forget, or if - one of us leaves, I'll know what it looked like when you smiled like that.
[ at me, he thinks, but he doesn't say as much out loud. realistically, justin knows that it's not likely he'll forget about raphael, but it's not as if he hasn't forgotten important events before, even if the reasons for the gap in his memory were never his fault - but some things are worth saving, just in case.
glancing down at the book again, justin breathes in slowly through his nose, then breathes out, and without really thinking too much about it, he reaches out to flip it closed, carefully taking it back and twisting around slightly to set it aside on the bed somewhere out of the way. when he turns back, his eyes find raphael's—
and then they drop, so he can make sure when he reaches out to touch his fingers against the back of raphael's wrist, he doesn't miss. ]
this is a million years late please don't feel obligated to tag it back gkjdjfg
his reaction is hard to gauge, so justin just watches him in silence, waiting for any kind of indication or gesture to help him along in figuring out what raphael may or may not be thinking. truth be told, he's always liked the air of mystery that always seems to linger around the other man, even when he's not even trying to be mysterious, but right now it's almost maddening to not be able to read him clearly.
justin's eyes flicker downward for a moment, watching the muscles in raphael's throat flex as he swallows, and when he finally speaks, he looks up to find raphael looking at him, and for some reason, he can't look away.
probably because he doesn't want to. ]
Well...
[ he starts, and then inches one shoulder up in the smallest of shrugs. his hands shift in his lap a little, turning over and spreading out over both of his own thighs and sliding out towards his knees before inching back in. ]
Yeah. I think you're worth remembering. This way, [ he says, tilting his chin toward the drawing of raphael, ] even if I forget, or if - one of us leaves, I'll know what it looked like when you smiled like that.
[ at me, he thinks, but he doesn't say as much out loud. realistically, justin knows that it's not likely he'll forget about raphael, but it's not as if he hasn't forgotten important events before, even if the reasons for the gap in his memory were never his fault - but some things are worth saving, just in case.
glancing down at the book again, justin breathes in slowly through his nose, then breathes out, and without really thinking too much about it, he reaches out to flip it closed, carefully taking it back and twisting around slightly to set it aside on the bed somewhere out of the way. when he turns back, his eyes find raphael's—
and then they drop, so he can make sure when he reaches out to touch his fingers against the back of raphael's wrist, he doesn't miss. ]