[ Nate sits up and Ian pivots a little, twisting from forward to side facing with his knee folded perpendicular to the floor and spilling over onto the center cushion. It makes for a stable temporary base for the bong, momentarily forgotten and resting still.
It's completely, totally charming. It's the sincerity and the hand movements, but it's also just... the explanation itself. It's kind of magical sounding, actually, the whole picture Nate paints. Shangri-La and jungle sunrises, and Ian's also picturing a probably wildly inaccurate image of old ruins and sunbeams and dust.
And you know what, about being inaccurate-- ]
You should show me sometime.
[ Just floating the idea. In case it isn't clear, he nods vaguely at Nate's hands where they hover. ]
With the... thing. The memory thing.
[ Outside of nonconsensual dreams, he's only shared a memory once or twice. Experimental, for the most part. He knows how it works, it might be cool for stuff like that.
It also makes people super fucking uncomfortable, so he's deliberately casual about the request rather than demanding. ]
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It's completely, totally charming. It's the sincerity and the hand movements, but it's also just... the explanation itself. It's kind of magical sounding, actually, the whole picture Nate paints. Shangri-La and jungle sunrises, and Ian's also picturing a probably wildly inaccurate image of old ruins and sunbeams and dust.
And you know what, about being inaccurate-- ]
You should show me sometime.
[ Just floating the idea. In case it isn't clear, he nods vaguely at Nate's hands where they hover. ]
With the... thing. The memory thing.
[ Outside of nonconsensual dreams, he's only shared a memory once or twice. Experimental, for the most part. He knows how it works, it might be cool for stuff like that.
It also makes people super fucking uncomfortable, so he's deliberately casual about the request rather than demanding. ]