Something jangled in the back of his mind, that nagging concern with what he'd said, how he'd said it. But Vox instead filed it away for later. Speaking with his old friend was sometimes like stepping on a loaded minefield. If he spoke up now, he would put a knife in this moment. So he would let it lie... bury it for now, perhaps. ...Not like the hatchet, which was still very much NOT buried!
At least, that's what he liked to tell himself.
Yet as he shifted slightly, accommodated Alastor's new position, he let the memory of Velvette's exasperated scoff play in his thoughts.
He focused instead on the way the new position allowed him to brush an ear against his monitor. "Don't you worry- I've got plans on plans, Al."
He quietly chuckled. "I finally got to see 'em, and I'm hooked..."
But if you wanted to talk about being hooked, he could do this all night. The way he looked tonight was driving him crazy, even if he did choose to behave. He hadn't felt that proper 'giddy crazy' in a long, long time...
"Good... maybe it'll settle you down..." Alastor let out a small huff of air, not quite a laugh. One could hope - he doubted that Vox could ever be as good of a parent as Alastor's mother was, but he'd be lying if he thought that the man wouldn't at least be half decent if he was as attentive to the child as he used to be for Alastor.
Well... given the level of detail in the room, the level of attentive he still was. Creep... ♥
Maybe... it'd be civil enough, once the little one was born. They could bare teeth and growl, have a bit of fun wordplay... all while taking turns protecting and looking after their son or daughter...
The whirlwind of the day and the burden of pregnancy finally catching up with him, Alastor drifted off to sleep right there, resting his hand over where Vox's protective one held the bump and the air buzzing with their radio signals and the soft sound of Bessie, at least until the vinyl reached its end.
Vox's smile turned a little crooked, stifling a laugh. To speak now would only shatter the atmosphere, but he could throw in an 'exCUSE you??' later. Maybe tomorrow.
Because tonight he was comfy. Hell, perhaps on top of the world, as Alastor drifted off without further fuss on the touching. His heart wanted to leap into his throat as he felt a hand resting atop his own. Instead, it quickened and he shut his eyes, took a moment to slowly breathe his way through a rush that passed through him.
That's what being 'deep-down-in-the-gut happy' was like, right? Something like this? ...Something he could have, if but in secret...?
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At least, that's what he liked to tell himself.
Yet as he shifted slightly, accommodated Alastor's new position, he let the memory of Velvette's exasperated scoff play in his thoughts.
He focused instead on the way the new position allowed him to brush an ear against his monitor. "Don't you worry- I've got plans on plans, Al."
He quietly chuckled. "I finally got to see 'em, and I'm hooked..."
But if you wanted to talk about being hooked, he could do this all night. The way he looked tonight was driving him crazy, even if he did choose to behave. He hadn't felt that proper 'giddy crazy' in a long, long time...
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Well... given the level of detail in the room, the level of attentive he still was. Creep... ♥
Maybe... it'd be civil enough, once the little one was born. They could bare teeth and growl, have a bit of fun wordplay... all while taking turns protecting and looking after their son or daughter...
The whirlwind of the day and the burden of pregnancy finally catching up with him, Alastor drifted off to sleep right there, resting his hand over where Vox's protective one held the bump and the air buzzing with their radio signals and the soft sound of Bessie, at least until the vinyl reached its end.
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Vox's smile turned a little crooked, stifling a laugh. To speak now would only shatter the atmosphere, but he could throw in an 'exCUSE you??' later. Maybe tomorrow.
Because tonight he was comfy. Hell, perhaps on top of the world, as Alastor drifted off without further fuss on the touching. His heart wanted to leap into his throat as he felt a hand resting atop his own. Instead, it quickened and he shut his eyes, took a moment to slowly breathe his way through a rush that passed through him.
That's what being 'deep-down-in-the-gut happy' was like, right? Something like this? ...Something he could have, if but in secret...?
Don't mind if he does.