[ lucas's smile is so warm that scien wants to capture the feeling. he does so by pressing their lips together, chasing after even the faintest imprint of that sweetness.

it's funny, given the state that he found lucas in. suffering through detox, falling apart at the seams, wary and shaking and feral. even in the moments when lucas smiled, while some parts were certainly genuine, scien knew that plenty of those times were just a mask being sealed into place. this... feels different. ]

Hope looks good on you.

[ softly, just a tender little observation. it's not as though scien's shaken off his own sadness and upset over lucas's death but... it's easier to be soothed. like this. to see a lucas that wants to live... somehow, wants to live with him, even. ]

I'm telling you to want more, darling fool. What do people seek when dreaming up their future with their lover? When would we wed? [ when, not if. ] Do you still seek children, alongside the ones you teach? How many cats are we adopting?

Let your greed run away with you.