[He lets his eyes close with a little sigh at those fingers in his hair, breath catching for a moment when John's thumb brushes over his skin. God, that's nice.]
...no. It's never mattered.
[The answer's quiet, eyes opening up again just enough to look at him, little slivers of pale green visible beneath blond lashes.]
no subject
...no. It's never mattered.
[The answer's quiet, eyes opening up again just enough to look at him, little slivers of pale green visible beneath blond lashes.]
Never had a chance to matter before.