[ And in response Rhys just about stops moving entirely.
...Not to the command, mind you, but the fact that Crowley's just reached out to touch him like that, that the feel of those cold fingers causes his skin to prickle with goosebumps. Crowley blames the glow of his eyes on him and Rhys doesn't even have a retort for that as those fingers dig in; all he feels is a sudden lack of breath and a rapidly-bubbling unease. Embarrassment is right on its heels because--well. Because. How else is he supposed to feel in this sort of situation? Crowley goes from "you've got my back if I murder someone" to touching him like this and beckoning him closer.
Who wouldn't totally mix up the signals he's receiving right now and assume it's something less...hunger-driven. Or well. Not the physical kind of hunger anyway. This very much seems like one of those situations and he isn't at all prepared to be in one with Crowley. Like...they're friends? Ish? They snark at each other, that's their thing.
This, what Crowley's doing right now?
Not That Thing.
Rhys swallows thickly, heart thrumming with indecision. ]
O-oh, I....um. I--
Okay?
[ This is a terrible decision he shouldn't do this with Crowley this is weird and it's going to make things weird and wow his face and neck suddenly feel hot?? (Don't worry, he'll be appropriately mortified later). ]
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...Not to the command, mind you, but the fact that Crowley's just reached out to touch him like that, that the feel of those cold fingers causes his skin to prickle with goosebumps. Crowley blames the glow of his eyes on him and Rhys doesn't even have a retort for that as those fingers dig in; all he feels is a sudden lack of breath and a rapidly-bubbling unease. Embarrassment is right on its heels because--well. Because. How else is he supposed to feel in this sort of situation? Crowley goes from "you've got my back if I murder someone" to touching him like this and beckoning him closer.
Who wouldn't totally mix up the signals he's receiving right now and assume it's something less...hunger-driven. Or well. Not the physical kind of hunger anyway. This very much seems like one of those situations and he isn't at all prepared to be in one with Crowley. Like...they're friends? Ish? They snark at each other, that's their thing.
This, what Crowley's doing right now?
Not That Thing.
Rhys swallows thickly, heart thrumming with indecision. ]
O-oh, I....um. I--
Okay?
[ This is a terrible decision he shouldn't do this with Crowley this is weird and it's going to make things weird and wow his face and neck suddenly feel hot?? (Don't worry, he'll be appropriately mortified later). ]