𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙏!

" Yeah ! " . Simon wondered how much he could compliment Hank and not sound strange . " I mean , there's also the sexy feral thing like what Wolverine has , but if you ask me that's not really / you / . Feels . . . superficial , really . I mean , whatever it is , people definitely seem to like it , so " . Perhaps Simon was hanging around the wrong corners of the internet , but he could very safely say Hank did have a following there ; it was . . . well , mildly worrying at times , but some did seem to genuinely appreciate him beyond the physical , which was sweet in a way . He was 90% sure at least / one / of the accounts was Abigail .
            
            " You're welcome ! " he chirped , almost smug , feeling Hank relax further against him , and feeling the nicest rush of satisfaction . Hank rarely seemed fully relaxed , and he liked to think that that's what Hank was at the moment . " I do mean it though , " he added , more firmly then he meant to . " You're great ; don't know what I'd do without you around "
            
            Simon felt himself melt , and he laughed again , his stomach squirming with embarrassingly juvenile giddiness . What was he meant to say to that ? Simon had never been good at receiving compliments , especially from people he couldn't kiss in thanks , / especially / from a person he'd like to be able to kiss in thanks . " You're too sweet to me , " he snorted , blinking up at Hank and feeling his heart in his throat . " You / really / think I'm gorgeous ? Even with the freaky eyes and my dead - like body ? " . He sounded more vulnerable than he meant to , and snuggled against Hank in what was perhaps an attempt at hiding . 

@hank-mccoy
            
            Simon couldn't have replied if he wanted to ; Hank's hands , much like his feet , were far , far larger than a humans , and he'd only end up mouthing at his palm . The fur tickled just a bit around his nose , and he barely managed to suppress a sneeze , his nose twitching almost like a rabbit for a moment . Hank's hands were a source of fascination for Simon , admittedly ; it was the claws , maybe , or the juxtaposition between soft fur and tough skin , or / something / , all he knew was that Simon thought that they were very Neat , with a capital N , and thinking about them either brought to a soft , hazy feeling of how wonderfully odd Hank was , all the smaller , less noticeable parts of him that he was somehow lucky enough to see , or a more private , rather dirty feeling , which he refused to dwell on while so close to him . He had a friendship here , and he wasn't about to lose it because of his stupid bodily functions mixed with his ill - advised heart .
            
            Well , Hank definitely seemed not to be moving / away / , and he couldn't sense any type of tension from the rest of Hank , so he opted to sort of . . . stroke him , almost , enjoying the gentle feeling of fur passing through his fingers , and trying to calm the sudden rush of ions , which was primarily anxiety based , a low , fearful hum of rejection and general anxieties making itself known in his mind . He didn't mind the shirtlessness , to be honest , in fact he praised it , privately , although the lack of anything underneath aside from boxer - short things sometimes did make him feel like he'd come home to a doctor - themed strip club . It did make him worry about the lab samples ; even the kids at McDonald's wore hair nets , and he'd seen Hank moult before . There was no way he hadn't gotten at least / one / thing contaminated before . . .

@avengingactor 
            
            hank hesitated, listening, and blinked. "well. thank you, simon. that's... kind of you to say." and did it make his chest go all warm and tight and fuzzy? absolutely. but that was no one's business but his own, really. he tightened his grip around simon almost unconsciously, welcoming the press of simon's back against his chest and the slow warming up of simon's skin. 
            
            "i'm not exaggerating or just being nice," hank insisted, tightening his grip on simon just a centimeter more and shifting, agitated. who had told simon he wasn't handsome? "there's a reason mr muscles is so popular, you know..." hank said with his cheshire grin. "but really, simon. you're - well, to put it plainly, you're gorgeous. anyone would be lucky to have you." even if it wasn't hank, because hank would be happy for his friend to be happy.