[Once upon a time, David would have found Wade's touchy-feely manners to be stifling. Clingy. But as they've grown closer, he's gradually relaxed in his presence, found that not only does he enjoy that constant touch, he craves it. It's almost a balm for his anxiety, a quiet reassurance that he's not alone in all this.
And now, it makes something joyful bubble up in his chest as he's crowded against the corner of the elevator. Why should they waste a single moment of this weekend together? He laughs, head tilted back against the side of the car. He hears the doors open, his neighbors shuffling in, but pays them exactly zero mind, his fingers rucking up the back of Wade's suit coat as they wander up the planes of his back through his shirt. And the mask is staying off? This is unprecedented.
The car regretfully grinds to a stop on the ground floor, and David makes a mournful sound even as he nudges at Wade to signal that they've arrived as the other occupants file out, eyeing them awkwardly.]
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And now, it makes something joyful bubble up in his chest as he's crowded against the corner of the elevator. Why should they waste a single moment of this weekend together? He laughs, head tilted back against the side of the car. He hears the doors open, his neighbors shuffling in, but pays them exactly zero mind, his fingers rucking up the back of Wade's suit coat as they wander up the planes of his back through his shirt. And the mask is staying off? This is unprecedented.
The car regretfully grinds to a stop on the ground floor, and David makes a mournful sound even as he nudges at Wade to signal that they've arrived as the other occupants file out, eyeing them awkwardly.]