The sudden swing towards the melancholic and dour caught Edmund off-guard. He wondered belatedly if Ienzo was the morose sort of drunk. Maybe it was just the bent of their conversation that was pulling out the more glum feelings he'd apparently been storing up for a while.
"Of course - you lot were thick as thieves. I'd miss friends so dear too." It was hard not to feel for the lonely young scholar left behind by his much-admired, much-older companions. Edmund traced a hand more comforting than ribald around the lower curve of Ienzo's back, stroking there and nodding in sympathy as he heard him out, There was so much locked up in that buttoned-up, enigmatic youth, and it seemed apple cordial was one well-fitted key to his confidences.
He plied in soothing with thumb and three fingers splayed across the clothed bump of sacrum. "The things we don't know and can't explain are always the most fascinating. Little wonder that they intrigued your colleagues, however questionable the means they took in pursuit. I would like very much to read the published papers. The unpublished ones must be hard to come by." Quietly, he filed away the intriguing names for further investigation at a later time.
Such a heavy sigh, for one so young and studied. He looked wryly at Ienzo, burrowed into his side, and pressed his arm in rather kindly fashion around him, fingertips trickling over one jutting ilium. "You took me very literally. But you do toss and turn some nights, don't you? I've heard rustling from your bunk, terribly late, I suppose ruminating on all those unanswered questions and metaphysical dilemmas..."
For surely, none of those rustlings could have been anything more corporeal than the erudite ponderings of pseudo-scientific research?
Edmund hummed in musing himself. "Perhaps there are no answers easily achieved for the rest of them, but I've never thought mattresses that hard were conducive to meditation. In any case, you know what they say about two heads." More entendre? Perish the thought. He tucked his own bottle between his legs (where the companionable touches had begun to warm but not yet firm) and curled his other hand around the top of Ienzo's head against his shoulder. "You've borne all these thoughts by yourself for months. You needn't be entirely alone, you know."
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Date: 2017-02-02 04:12 am (UTC)"Of course - you lot were thick as thieves. I'd miss friends so dear too." It was hard not to feel for the lonely young scholar left behind by his much-admired, much-older companions. Edmund traced a hand more comforting than ribald around the lower curve of Ienzo's back, stroking there and nodding in sympathy as he heard him out, There was so much locked up in that buttoned-up, enigmatic youth, and it seemed apple cordial was one well-fitted key to his confidences.
He plied in soothing with thumb and three fingers splayed across the clothed bump of sacrum. "The things we don't know and can't explain are always the most fascinating. Little wonder that they intrigued your colleagues, however questionable the means they took in pursuit. I would like very much to read the published papers. The unpublished ones must be hard to come by." Quietly, he filed away the intriguing names for further investigation at a later time.
Such a heavy sigh, for one so young and studied. He looked wryly at Ienzo, burrowed into his side, and pressed his arm in rather kindly fashion around him, fingertips trickling over one jutting ilium. "You took me very literally. But you do toss and turn some nights, don't you? I've heard rustling from your bunk, terribly late, I suppose ruminating on all those unanswered questions and metaphysical dilemmas..."
For surely, none of those rustlings could have been anything more corporeal than the erudite ponderings of pseudo-scientific research?
Edmund hummed in musing himself. "Perhaps there are no answers easily achieved for the rest of them, but I've never thought mattresses that hard were conducive to meditation. In any case, you know what they say about two heads." More entendre? Perish the thought. He tucked his own bottle between his legs (where the companionable touches had begun to warm but not yet firm) and curled his other hand around the top of Ienzo's head against his shoulder. "You've borne all these thoughts by yourself for months. You needn't be entirely alone, you know."