Have I been neglectin' you somehow? [ there's faint amusement at the corners of dave's mouth, his eyes going soft and half lidded in the prelude to a smile. it's a comfortable expression and he feels comfortable with john. there are months of the casual domestic intimacy, quiet and safe and warm, backed by years of remembered friendship. this kind of moment has existed before too but dave hasn't always been the best at dealing with it. he'd dumped john off his lap the one time john had rolled his hips and he'd stopped john pulling off his shirt and he'd drawn lines where he needed them. ] I like you like this.

[ fingers trace up to john's face. no glasses. ]

Like, never get contacts, but I like seein' you like this. It feels special.