Paul's ease helps alleviate some of his own, though he can still feel the stress of the night, the stress of surprise in finding out Paul was an arms length away for so long cording through his back and shoulders. He smiles a little, one side of his lips curling up as the other side softened.
"That mean I can ask for a discount?" No storage fees would be nice. He didn't expect anything though and wouldn't be offended in the slightest if Paul told him to go fuck himself. But then Paul drops his little nug of knowledge and Loki can't help but flash a grin and dropped his free hand on the table. "I knew it."
He hadn't known it but everything about it all only pointed to Paul, and he just hadn't dared hope. But he was still counting it as being right. He tils his head a fraction to the side and studies more of Paul's face at the following comment, hungry for every facet of that almost smile and the sunshine that would break out if Paul only let it. Hungry for Paul to approve of him, hungry for Paul to just look at him.
The waitress comes back again, this time carrying plates and Loki leaned back to give her room, setting aside his coffee as he did. She asks if they need anything else and Loki breaks his stare long enough to glance up at her with a "Yes, thank you."
It's better than the shit I used to be into, he thinks to himself. Loki picks up his fork, shirtcuffs already rolled up from the day before where he hadn't bothered to roll them back down yet. The script up his forearm was new - they didn't used to reach that far, and he stabs into a bite of eggs.
"It keeps me outta trouble. I'd ask if your job is keeping you out of trouble, but we both know the answer to that question. Are you at least makin' it worth your while?"
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"That mean I can ask for a discount?" No storage fees would be nice. He didn't expect anything though and wouldn't be offended in the slightest if Paul told him to go fuck himself. But then Paul drops his little nug of knowledge and Loki can't help but flash a grin and dropped his free hand on the table. "I knew it."
He hadn't known it but everything about it all only pointed to Paul, and he just hadn't dared hope. But he was still counting it as being right. He tils his head a fraction to the side and studies more of Paul's face at the following comment, hungry for every facet of that almost smile and the sunshine that would break out if Paul only let it. Hungry for Paul to approve of him, hungry for Paul to just look at him.
The waitress comes back again, this time carrying plates and Loki leaned back to give her room, setting aside his coffee as he did. She asks if they need anything else and Loki breaks his stare long enough to glance up at her with a "Yes, thank you."
It's better than the shit I used to be into, he thinks to himself. Loki picks up his fork, shirtcuffs already rolled up from the day before where he hadn't bothered to roll them back down yet. The script up his forearm was new - they didn't used to reach that far, and he stabs into a bite of eggs.
"It keeps me outta trouble. I'd ask if your job is keeping you out of trouble, but we both know the answer to that question. Are you at least makin' it worth your while?"