[There's a long, thoughtful rumble out of Gil as he tries to consider the question. It may or may not simply fade into enjoying the pats and rumbling quietly at those instead.]
Lots 'f things. Y'always get scared, first. Makes my stomach sink. When you realise I'm not hurting you, 's'like... [A yawn breaks out of him, stretching his mouth discomfitingly wide, and something in his jaw pops quietly before he shuts again.] Excited. Adrenaline. Curious.
[He's quiet, save for another content rumble that turns, after a few seconds, into more words.] 's'weird feeling your emotions. You and Coda. No warning. Intense.
[ There was, of course, a difference between knowing intellectually that Gil could feel his emotions, and comprehending it. And the explicit mention that he felt how safe and warm Gil made him... It spurred something like dread. The idea that Gil was feeling his esteem and affection- beyond just the animal hunger and lust, actually feeling how attached he'd gotten already-
But... if Gil had felt it and not turned away or rejected him...
Too much to process, he tried to shut off that line of thinking and return to massaging Gil's ear, feeling the velvet of it. Still nerves and bile and warmth and fear underneath it all, slowly wicked away by the movement. ]
[Gil's ears flick gently again, his muzzle twitches just a little - and if Bugsy's paying attention this time, he'll notice how the reaction is perfectly timed to the swell of his loathing and internal conflict. Like he just farted in Gil's face.
But the ear rubs wash away the sudden tension immediately, and he just snuggles his face into Bugsy's chest one last time, before his breathing turns into long, slow breaths as he falls properly, deeply asleep.]
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Lots 'f things. Y'always get scared, first. Makes my stomach sink. When you realise I'm not hurting you, 's'like... [A yawn breaks out of him, stretching his mouth discomfitingly wide, and something in his jaw pops quietly before he shuts again.] Excited. Adrenaline. Curious.
[He's quiet, save for another content rumble that turns, after a few seconds, into more words.] 's'weird feeling your emotions. You and Coda. No warning. Intense.
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[ Bugsy shifted one hand up to gently stroke at one of Gil's ears, this time. ]
Guess it's 'cus we keep our cards close. Both of us. 's just a Winter thing- we feel as much as anyone else. We just hide our love and hate.
[ Something like pride, there. Being part of something bigger. Community. Belonging. ]
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Yeah. Nice feeling it, though. 's'warm. Safe.
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But... if Gil had felt it and not turned away or rejected him...
Too much to process, he tried to shut off that line of thinking and return to massaging Gil's ear, feeling the velvet of it. Still nerves and bile and warmth and fear underneath it all, slowly wicked away by the movement. ]
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But the ear rubs wash away the sudden tension immediately, and he just snuggles his face into Bugsy's chest one last time, before his breathing turns into long, slow breaths as he falls properly, deeply asleep.]