[He doesn't like pity, but he's starting to get used to it. And he's starting to slowly understand that generally when he gets 'pity', it's some form of compassion. So he just nods, and tries not to pay too much attention to the instinctive thought that Bigby is looking down on him.
Whatever you want. That phrase has gotten... a little dicey in his mind, specifically because of Bigby. The last time Henry had tried to ask where all those scars came from, Dodger had told him he'd give him whatever he wants except Bigby's name. He barely knows the man, certainly doesn't know him well enough to know if he's safe around Henry. And he doesn't want to be cut off from the source of all this thrilling danger, so.... better to just keep them separate, even if it makes Dodger feel incredibly guilty.
He nearly says something to that effect before Bigby grabs him, kisses him, pins him to the wall, and all of those thoughts disappear immediately. Dodger moves with it easily, pressing back into the kiss and shivering at the teeth against his tongue, and gasping sharply when his back hits the wall. By the time Bigby pulls away, he's looking down at him with a look of starstruck excitement.]
Yeah... could you bounce my head off the wall again?
[Feels silly to ask for it, but he's starting to realize he just won't get it often enough if he doesn't.]
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Whatever you want. That phrase has gotten... a little dicey in his mind, specifically because of Bigby. The last time Henry had tried to ask where all those scars came from, Dodger had told him he'd give him whatever he wants except Bigby's name. He barely knows the man, certainly doesn't know him well enough to know if he's safe around Henry. And he doesn't want to be cut off from the source of all this thrilling danger, so.... better to just keep them separate, even if it makes Dodger feel incredibly guilty.
He nearly says something to that effect before Bigby grabs him, kisses him, pins him to the wall, and all of those thoughts disappear immediately. Dodger moves with it easily, pressing back into the kiss and shivering at the teeth against his tongue, and gasping sharply when his back hits the wall. By the time Bigby pulls away, he's looking down at him with a look of starstruck excitement.]
Yeah... could you bounce my head off the wall again?
[Feels silly to ask for it, but he's starting to realize he just won't get it often enough if he doesn't.]