Re: August, 2014
Brian gave one, sturdy nod, accepting Will's terms, as if they'd just stricken a bargain. He gestured gracefully towards the basement lounge that was normally occupied by the techies (when not working). He'd let Will lead the way. Mostly so he could gather his thoughts and figure out what the hell he was going to say by way of explanation. A little bit to look at Omen's rear-end. He shut the door behind them. Click. His hands went to Will's shoulders, then turned him and slid down to his ribs. Brian was kneeling. His face pressed into Will's shirt so he didn't have to look him in the eye. "I'm so sorry, Will," he whispered, emotion tensing his tone, "I want you so badly..." The Brit closed his eyes and clammed up, hands shaking. He didn't have the courage to say any more.