@phasmasum ──
what would you do if i said yes? lights out.
Anything. Everything. The answers come so quick to mind that they push out nearly everything else - a tidal wave come to wipe the sandy shore free of nonsensical scribblings. Ghost has that effect on him, Ghost has always had that effect on him, and he's just now starting to realize why. Just starting to understand the depths of his affection for the man, and the things that he would do for him. The sins that he would commit in his name alone.
It's a scary realization. One that haunts his nights and days, one that has him doubting himself at his core... But it's not something he feels like he can let go of.
Gary Sanderson has always had problems with letting go, and this - this affinity for his lieutenant, it had buried itself too deep to be carved out by anyone's hands - his own or someone else's.
There's marks from his teeth in his bottom lip when he finally lets it go, two little indents made in chapped skin. Pink dusting his cheeks as he raises and lowers his shoulders and looks away, his gaze darting off to look at something else before returning whip-quick to his CO. Damnation to be found in the way he can't look away, barely disguised with a glance to Ghost's hands. Pretending to be looking for more sign when he knew the other man was still waiting for his own reply.
'I -' His hands flounder, falter. Freeze in the middle of a reply he hasn't even planned. What had they been talking about again? What had he asked for? Training? Instructions? No. Something stupid and adrenaline fueled, something prompted by the memory of office drinks, and the high off of praise from a good sparring session.
Are you free for drinks later?
'I'd probably ask if you wanted to go. For those drinks. Sir.'
