"Well, yeah— I just dumped my drink down your front.” As if to prove his point, he wiped a hand against the bare chest opposite him and gave it a good sniff. “See. Seeped through. You might want to wash that off before it gets sticky.”
He hadn’t expected Edgar to touch him, and it struck the words from his mouth entirely for a moment. “O—oh. That’s… what you meant.” Locke stood there dumbly, staring at his chest before turning quickly to look for his bags (and hide his face).
"How rude! There’s no need to be so abusive over an accident!”
"You just said I was filthy!!” *shakes fist angrily, half naked, necklaces jangling in a threatening fashion*
"…Oh my. You’re filthy.”
*balls up shirt real tight and LAUNCHES IT AT EDGAR’S HEAD*
His touch was like a brand, searing hot as it left them shaking - a single, fine tremor that raced through their limbs from head to toe. Though perhaps the worst part of it was the familiarity; the comfort it bought to settle in their heart. It soothed them, and scarce before had Faris needed such soothing.
I’m courage and I’m scared…
… I’m fire and it turns me cold—
—-What kind of warrior does that make me?
Their lips pressed thin, teeth digging unto the flesh over and over. The pain should have helped clear their mind, but it only bought the chaos of their heart into greater relief. Faris had never been good at emotions - labelling them, acting upon them.
Now, it seemed, was hardly the time to change the habits of a life time.
"What if it happens again?"
Locke’s face fell. All this time he had thought the feeling was mutual, that Faris was willing, when the truth was… that he had taken advantage of them when they were vulnerable. Taken something that should not have been his to take. Pulling away, he took a step back.
It felt like ice had been poured over him. Suddenly he couldn’t meet Faris’s eyes.
"If you don’t— want it— then it won’t happen again. I wouldn’t ever do somethin’ to hurt you, Faris…" Drawing a deep breath, he tried to will his stomach into submission; it felt like it would turn itself inside out any moment.
"I’m sorry. I went too far."
"On purpose? Me? I would never!”
*sighs heavily and removes his jacket, then his shirt, squeezing the liquid out of it before realizing it has to be washed; slumps*
"Well if it isn’t the old Treasure hunter! You haven’t gotten yourself into any trouble, have you?"
"What, me? No. Never." *scratches his lip* "How’s it goin’?"
"Whoops! How clumsy of me!"
"Why do I get the feelin’ you did that on purpose?”