![]() He wouldn't push, but if Marcus was in the mood, Thomas wanted all of it. But pieces of the puzzle were still missing, holes Owen wouldn't or couldn't fill in. What's on your mind?" That was the all-seeing, all-knowing Master he knew. ![]() As Thomas studied him, he realized when Marcus smoked, he saw the street kid, the boy. Thomas noticed when Marcus smoked, as he was doing now, he displayed a different set of gestures and mannerisms. An expanse of leg was revealed by the split of the towel, a provocative pose that was entirely unconscious, totally Marcus. He stayed in Marcus' peripheral vision, his bare sole close enough to overlap the smallest toe of Marcus' nearer foot. There was another chair, but instead of using it Thomas slid down the side of the balcony wall, lacing his hands over his knees. After their bath, he wrapped a towel around his hips and went back onto the balcony, seeming to need the open air, deep breaths of the freedom he apparently found high above the world below. ![]() Despite the relaxation a bath provided, Thomas could tell Marcus was still dealing with a lot of emotional debris. ![]()
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