Not unless they're a total freak. And not the sexy kind of freak.
(Savage was learning. Dirk was so proud. Dirk didn't anticipate moments of softness. Not just with Savage, but across the board. People who lived soft life didn't know how to brace for soft gestures.
Dirk gracefully slips his shirt off without disturbing his glasses. He has a muscular form, lean, and riddled with various scars. Mostly sword scars, but a few other knicks. Those had come from before his immortality. There was an abundance of freckles over his shoulders. He watches Savage from the corner of his eye dressing down.)
I have no doubt he is. (There were complex ways people got fucked up by.) No, I suppose they aren't. It can make social interactions tricky to understand.
(Which is the closest he will get to admitting he felt awkward sometimes just by being around others.
As Savage explains his desire for privacy, Dirk actually begins to relax. His theories had been far worse in his head. He slips out of his jeans, leaving him in just plain orange boxer briefs. His socks come off last.)
Okay, I can respect that. (And he actually can, his tone more confident and comfortable than the shuttered one from before. He smirks at Savage.) I will keep it insufferably vague then. (The idea of holding the 'did they or didn't they' thing over someone's head was thrilling.)
Okay, cool. (It was cool. He felt better by miles. This wasn't a Jake situation. This was just two adults. He moves to sit on the middle of the bed, sprawling against it.)
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(Savage was learning. Dirk was so proud. Dirk didn't anticipate moments of softness. Not just with Savage, but across the board. People who lived soft life didn't know how to brace for soft gestures.
Dirk gracefully slips his shirt off without disturbing his glasses. He has a muscular form, lean, and riddled with various scars. Mostly sword scars, but a few other knicks. Those had come from before his immortality. There was an abundance of freckles over his shoulders. He watches Savage from the corner of his eye dressing down.)
I have no doubt he is. (There were complex ways people got fucked up by.) No, I suppose they aren't. It can make social interactions tricky to understand.
(Which is the closest he will get to admitting he felt awkward sometimes just by being around others.
As Savage explains his desire for privacy, Dirk actually begins to relax. His theories had been far worse in his head. He slips out of his jeans, leaving him in just plain orange boxer briefs. His socks come off last.)
Okay, I can respect that. (And he actually can, his tone more confident and comfortable than the shuttered one from before. He smirks at Savage.) I will keep it insufferably vague then. (The idea of holding the 'did they or didn't they' thing over someone's head was thrilling.)
Okay, cool. (It was cool. He felt better by miles. This wasn't a Jake situation. This was just two adults. He moves to sit on the middle of the bed, sprawling against it.)
Come show me some of that experience then.