It's really, really nice. It's taking the stress and frustration that's been lacing Ford's mind and lifting it away, replacing bad feelings with good ones. Bill's teeth are sharp and his mouth is weirdly shaped, but it's a mouth, and they make it work.
The fingertips on Bill's back curl sometimes -- not hard, no digging of fingernails, just a twitch every now and again, either an involuntary response or a half-formed desire to touch.
Bill giggles for the third...? Fourth? time (counting isn't important right now) and Ford lets the kiss break apart. He leans his forehead against Bill's point and tries to get enough oxygen in his lungs to ask -- "What - what's so funny?"
(His voice is. His voice has gone very funny, it's all thick and rough now.)
For once, it doesn't sound like pathological fear of being made fun of, or suspicion that he's being tricked. Bill just keeps giggling, and what's with that...?
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The fingertips on Bill's back curl sometimes -- not hard, no digging of fingernails, just a twitch every now and again, either an involuntary response or a half-formed desire to touch.
Bill giggles for the third...? Fourth? time (counting isn't important right now) and Ford lets the kiss break apart. He leans his forehead against Bill's point and tries to get enough oxygen in his lungs to ask -- "What - what's so funny?"
(His voice is. His voice has gone very funny, it's all thick and rough now.)
For once, it doesn't sound like pathological fear of being made fun of, or suspicion that he's being tricked. Bill just keeps giggling, and what's with that...?