The prostitute stopped in his tracks when the blond-headed man began to move back and away from him. Henry tilted his head vaguely in confusion when the other stumbled over his own words and than tilted his head even further when he stumbled over his own two feet.
Obviously, he had never been in this situation before. No one had ever turned him down, or acted in such a manner. He blinked at the other who had brought his knees up to his chest in an action that looked like he was trying to protect himself from his sexual advantages, but he wouldn't. First of all he had already been paid for this, and second of all, no one should be forced to do what they don't want to.
He slowly went over to the cowering man as if he had been a scared child or hurt animal--though for all he knew, he might've been hurt--and carefully and slowly sat down next him very careful not to touch him.
"You don't want to,"
he said in a slightly hushed tone in case he would jump or freak out to his closeness, though he hoped he wouldn't have to move but if the other asked it of him, he would. He understood how people could be very uncomfortable with his... profession, so he didn't want to force it upon anyone, but not wanting to force it upon anyone wouldn't change the fact that he liked wearing what he liked wearing.
"So you don't have to, okay?"
He didn't dare touch him, though nonetheless he was determined to be a little calming and kind and even hopefully comforting even, but that seemed to be a little bit of a stretch given his current situation with his clothing and the others response to his clothing, there was no way that his 'comforting' was being comforting. Plus, Henry was very sure that if he touched the other man, the other man would freak out a little, thinking something like he was going to force him.
He wasn't.
He wouldn't.
Since the other was looking over at him, he smiled a smile that he hoped was a little comforting at least.
"If you want, we can just talk, okay?"
He doubted that he would want to talk, but, personally, he thought that it was at least worth an attempt to try.
"I promise,"
he hated making promises, even if he knew that he would and could keep it, he hated it.
"It's okay."
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My Bloody Valentine
RomanceA role-play consisting of murder, death, and obviously psychotic lovers who go a murderous rampage, avoiding the police, FBI, all while blending in a silent rage. The people adore them. They adore each other. And no one can figure it out. Just how f...
