[ It's a small act, a little ritual Paul does: he reaches into his back pocket, pulling out his pair of soft, supple leather gloves. Aerated, the kind he uses to drive. The kind he uses when he wants some form of control over things, when he feels compelled to do something he knows isn't right. The brown gloves are by far the most expensive things he owns, even beyond the jacket, and there's something about the feel, the simple comfort of the act of puttinf them on that goes beyond just the practicality of driving. He takes his time.
Loki's making small talk. Wandering over to the tiny kitchen like any of this matters, like they matter. Like this isn't going to blow up in their faces eventually.
Paul stares at him. Openly, calmly, bright blue eyes unblinking. He tests the waters. ]
Come here.
[ loki has just settled against the wall but Paul demands it anyway. The Driver stays exactly where he is in the cramped space by the counter, watching Loki, nearly emotionless save for the slightest ripple of his jaw. ]
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Date: 2023-09-03 02:06 pm (UTC)Loki's making small talk. Wandering over to the tiny kitchen like any of this matters, like they matter. Like this isn't going to blow up in their faces eventually.
Paul stares at him. Openly, calmly, bright blue eyes unblinking. He tests the waters. ]
Come here.
[ loki has just settled against the wall but Paul demands it anyway. The Driver stays exactly where he is in the cramped space by the counter, watching Loki, nearly emotionless save for the slightest ripple of his jaw. ]