Re: Capital: Jamie & Seven Friday night
He felt the heft of Jamie’s gaze, let it slide over him and off his skin like cool, curious air. Didn’t try to interpret that right now. Why it looked different than any other he’d seen, because that was pretty obvious. He didn’t need to decipher, or try to nudge things that he didn’t know into notches where they’d wait to be unpacked later. One hand was still resting with his wrist leaned on the steering wheel and his face was turned upward towards Jamie where he stood on the curb, waiting. Both of them, waiting.
“Might,” he repeated, with a slight nod of his chin. He was struck by the thought that he had no idea what Jamie would expect him to be playing, or what he would want to hear. Seven reached down and unlocked the automatic doors with a very deliberate jab of his index finger, holding that gaze steadily, his smile widening into a crooked grin that slashed in the dark. With a tilt of his head he gestured at the passenger side of the car. “I was gonna crash here, got a hotel room. But I can drive you back home, if that’s what you want.” Unspoken syllables on his lips, specifics about what that want could be, or was for Seven.
He waited to see if Jamie was going to hop off the curb and come around to get in the car. He’d turned the music down before pulling up alongside the guy, but with a thumb of a button on the steering wheel it went back up to a middling level. Not so high that either one would have to raise their voice to be heard.