[That squeeze of Zevran's hand eases the jealousy in Nathaniel's chest. That's right. Zevran is their biggest advocate. He wouldn't set them up together only to steal Anders away. And if Anders wanted to be with Zevran, he easily could have been, and likely would have been some time before Nathaniel was even in the picture.
Even so, his arm remains around Anders. His.
He slides a hand under the box and scans over its contents.]
These are very fine, Zevran. Almost too fine, to use on--oh.
[These aren't meant for wood polishing. Or they are, but not the kind of wood Nathaniel thought. He might have blushed if Zevran hadn't painted a filthy picture of Anders for him a few weeks ago. Now, he just looks enlightened and interested.]
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Date: 2016-05-11 12:40 am (UTC)From:Even so, his arm remains around Anders. His.
He slides a hand under the box and scans over its contents.]
These are very fine, Zevran. Almost too fine, to use on--oh.
[These aren't meant for wood polishing. Or they are, but not the kind of wood Nathaniel thought. He might have blushed if Zevran hadn't painted a filthy picture of Anders for him a few weeks ago. Now, he just looks enlightened and interested.]