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Continued from ask
❝ Ibiza, ❞ he frowned, pulling himself out of his thoughts and out of the swirling blackness of coal that barely passed as coffee. He was still going to drink it, but he was allowed to complain about doing so. ❝ We should go there; somewhere different. Somewhere… ❞ not here. He ran a hand over his head, pulling a face with the taste of the coffee on his tongue. ❝ We never get decent coffee, you know? For once, just once, Tomas, I want decent coffee. ❞
Tomas watched with a gentle smile that lingered more around his eyes than his mouth, tracking the movement of Marcus’ hand up and through the short stubble of hair. He knew that feeling. It seemed a constant companion some days, but Tomas knew neither of them would really follow through.
Not until the job was done.
When Marcus’ hand came down once again, his own closed around that decepthively slim wrist and squeezed. “I think Ibiza is a little far.”, he said quietly. “Let us start with finding good coffee sometime soon?”