veeeeery gently merle takes john’s face into his hands. kinda gives a half smile before pressing his forehead against his. he then let’s go with a smile. “ heh.” no explanation he just kinda turns back to the counter to keep cooking. pan works in mysterious ways.
John had been talking, but when Merle’s hands touch his face he cuts himself off. He looks at the dwarf quizzically, trying to ignore that his heart has decided to double its usual pace. Merle smiles, John’s breath hitches.
With their foreheads touching, Merle’s hands on his face, John has never felt so close to anyone in his entire life. His eyes are wide, drinking in Merle closer than he’s ever seen him. He could count his eyelashes given the chance.
Merle pulls away and John leans forward, chasing the feeling without thinking. Merle’s attention went back to his cooking, leaving John to reel on his own.
“Merle?”
