[There's a little blip of surprise since he can't see the kiss coming, but he feels so warm and tender and open in this moment that all it makes him want to do is chase after Scien's mouth. He doesn't, because that would be disastrous given his current state, but it's a flicker of desire that thrums through him.
Truly hilarious, though. The Lucas of two months ago could hardly be called the same Lucas that's sitting here comfortably in Scien's arms, discussing a future together without falling to the impulse of hatred and malice. It's still tangled up within him, it's still something he'll need therapy to break away from, and it's still a threat to the man carrying him, but progress isn't nonexistent. Lucas has been able to see that a version of himself exists separately from his own violence. It's like slamming a hatchet into firewood. The first few hacks are difficult, but getting those through is the hardest and most important part.
There's a roll of something soft over Scien's first statement, and perhaps a little bashful. But the rest is met first with a startled feeling, and then something a touch complex. SCIEN REALLY ISN'T CASUAL AT ALL...
Considering he just murdered this man two days ago in a fit of insanity, it's hard for him to face the wild notion of such a domestic future. It stirs the guilt that's been with him strongly for weeks and weeks, and leaves him tucking his face away against Scien as if that could hide the fact that hearing this almost frightens him a little. Partially because they're not notions he finds himself reeling away from, even if he finds it hard to ask for more than just a few smiles thrown his way, or the normalcy of a lunch at the bakery. Or maybe... it's too easy to ask for more, and that's the problem?]
...That would be allowing my greed a little too much freedom, I think. [Said softly, quietly; a way of saying it's too much for him.] You're too indulgent...
[But Scien is the one whose heart is achy, so Lucas will allow himself just a little tease instead of being quite so dire.]
We can get one cat and name it after you, since you'd have quite a bit in common.
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Truly hilarious, though. The Lucas of two months ago could hardly be called the same Lucas that's sitting here comfortably in Scien's arms, discussing a future together without falling to the impulse of hatred and malice. It's still tangled up within him, it's still something he'll need therapy to break away from, and it's still a threat to the man carrying him, but progress isn't nonexistent. Lucas has been able to see that a version of himself exists separately from his own violence. It's like slamming a hatchet into firewood. The first few hacks are difficult, but getting those through is the hardest and most important part.
There's a roll of something soft over Scien's first statement, and perhaps a little bashful. But the rest is met first with a startled feeling, and then something a touch complex. SCIEN REALLY ISN'T CASUAL AT ALL...
Considering he just murdered this man two days ago in a fit of insanity, it's hard for him to face the wild notion of such a domestic future. It stirs the guilt that's been with him strongly for weeks and weeks, and leaves him tucking his face away against Scien as if that could hide the fact that hearing this almost frightens him a little. Partially because they're not notions he finds himself reeling away from, even if he finds it hard to ask for more than just a few smiles thrown his way, or the normalcy of a lunch at the bakery. Or maybe... it's too easy to ask for more, and that's the problem?]
...That would be allowing my greed a little too much freedom, I think. [Said softly, quietly; a way of saying it's too much for him.] You're too indulgent...
[But Scien is the one whose heart is achy, so Lucas will allow himself just a little tease instead of being quite so dire.]
We can get one cat and name it after you, since you'd have quite a bit in common.