[ His only response is a noncommittal chuckle that vibrates against Zevran's lips. He's probably right — Rowan could toss the reigns to someone else, let them deal with all of the troubles that will most definitely crop up during their travels in space. But they both know that Rowan does not sit idly by and let others do the work. He is a fighter, a man who apparently will not rest even in death so long as there are monsters to be fought and lives to be saved. On the outside he seems so simple, with a one-track mind anyone could follow, but he is — and Zevran knows, he has to know — so much more than that. He's a man who loves more deeply than he should, a man who would die to protect those he cared about while thinking that they would not mourn him.
He doesn't know where they stand either. Complicated is a good word for it. They can figure it out later, when he has time to spare and isn't just hungry for the press of a familiar body against his own. It feels like it's been ages since they kissed — too sweet to be just friends-with-benefits, too passionate — and, despite it not being so long at all, Rowan has missed him. He misses all of his companions, but he missed Zevran the most. Zevran always understood him, always eased the tension and frustration and misery with jokes and dry humor Rowan fully understood.
Rowan pulls back, lingering too long. He reaches down to grab Zevran's hand. ] Let's go upstairs. We don't need to give these people a show - not for free, anyway.
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He doesn't know where they stand either. Complicated is a good word for it. They can figure it out later, when he has time to spare and isn't just hungry for the press of a familiar body against his own. It feels like it's been ages since they kissed — too sweet to be just friends-with-benefits, too passionate — and, despite it not being so long at all, Rowan has missed him. He misses all of his companions, but he missed Zevran the most. Zevran always understood him, always eased the tension and frustration and misery with jokes and dry humor Rowan fully understood.
Rowan pulls back, lingering too long. He reaches down to grab Zevran's hand. ] Let's go upstairs. We don't need to give these people a show - not for free, anyway.