He's not even sure why he asks it. Looking his partner in the optics is... it's like drowning. Something there makes his spark leap, his ventilation system shuddering through him. Heat soon joins it, and, for a crazy instant, it's all he can do not to take Pax by the chin and recreate that stupid, drunken moment on the dance floor.
His hands move even before he realizes it, from shoulders to chest, stepping forward until he's bowed over his partner.
"I... yeah."
It's a lame agreement, but, so close to him, feeling the heat off his frame, the touch of him, it's hard for Roller to think clearly. Right now, he doesn't want to be anywhere but pressed up against his old partner -- held against a wall or the floor or a chair or anything so long as he's held in place by him and--
"Can we." His engine has turned on, hitching a few times. "Can we go. Sit?"
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He's not even sure why he asks it. Looking his partner in the optics is... it's like drowning. Something there makes his spark leap, his ventilation system shuddering through him. Heat soon joins it, and, for a crazy instant, it's all he can do not to take Pax by the chin and recreate that stupid, drunken moment on the dance floor.
His hands move even before he realizes it, from shoulders to chest, stepping forward until he's bowed over his partner.
"I... yeah."
It's a lame agreement, but, so close to him, feeling the heat off his frame, the touch of him, it's hard for Roller to think clearly. Right now, he doesn't want to be anywhere but pressed up against his old partner -- held against a wall or the floor or a chair or anything so long as he's held in place by him and--
"Can we." His engine has turned on, hitching a few times. "Can we go. Sit?"