Julian happened to pick up Adrian's favorite and most often worn polish, the very same deep sparkly hue worn the day he'd met Julian, the color he was wearing still.
"Yes, I've been agonizing over it, really." He smiled leaning to give Julian a playful, soft, shove against his thigh.
Adrian took note of the way Julian explained his childhood. Two people could have very similar experiences and illustrate it completely different, dependent on the individual's personality, needs, and heart. So, Adrian paid close attention to him mentioning spending more time with nanny, and God forbid they raise their own kid part. Whether he was over it, moved on, or whatever, he thought Julian was more affected by it than he might ever let on. Even his mention of his mother calling their staff "the help" seemed relevant. Then his story bounced back to his gift. This thing, that Adrian even once described as a curse. Julian was using it more as a gift now-a-days it seemed, but still... he saw it how played negatively through his younger years.
Adrian tilted his head in thought when his guest paused. He stretched out his legs right across Julian's lap, the bend of his knees hitting dead center, his calves hanging over. He reached for his beer and took a sip, getting comfortable like he'd known Julian for ages and this was just a normal thing to do. His toes still seemed to wiggle involuntarily and he pulled the blanket to his chest. He held his beer with a slack wrist and a concerned look, "Did you ever find someone who believed or understood you?"