[ He'd just as soon offer no detail at all - but, he has to give him something, or his options become another interrogation, or another strained silence, neither of which sound like appealing ways to start his morning. How he wanted his morning to go though, was ruined the very second he woke up, in Hawk's bed, tucked into his chest like some...like some kept boy. It's out of character for him to stay the night at all, much less like it.
Clearly, grief has made him lose his mind.
Teo is grateful for the shades, because otherwise he'd look like a deer in the headlights at his dad's callout. They've been circling each other since that ESPN party Quentin dragged him to a few weeks before Giuseppe died, but nothing happened until last night. And a lot happened. Too much - and he's thinking about it all, not just the hot and dirty parts (which were...wow), but the hand in his asking him to stay, the candlelit dinner, the sun streaming through the window this morning and hitting Hawk's features just so...
He downs his martini quickly, and puts the glass down too hard. ]
...depends. Are you gonna complain about how old he is?
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Clearly, grief has made him lose his mind.
Teo is grateful for the shades, because otherwise he'd look like a deer in the headlights at his dad's callout. They've been circling each other since that ESPN party Quentin dragged him to a few weeks before Giuseppe died, but nothing happened until last night. And a lot happened. Too much - and he's thinking about it all, not just the hot and dirty parts (which were...wow), but the hand in his asking him to stay, the candlelit dinner, the sun streaming through the window this morning and hitting Hawk's features just so...
He downs his martini quickly, and puts the glass down too hard. ]
...depends. Are you gonna complain about how old he is?
[ Oddly enough, it doesn't sound combative. ]