[ And that, too, is something he could relate to. Odin's not as important as the war Poe's fighting back home, even though Odin would have given up his own if Poe had only asked. Man.
Man.
Man, screw that guy. Odin scrubs at his forehead to ease the headache that's starting to hit at his temples. He laughs, at least, when they're back on the topic of cartoon dicks, and he lowers his arms to the table to listen to everything Foggy says.
The compliments mean a lot. He's not sure if he believes them, but they make his heart skip and electricity hits his veins like the tide. He actually thinks he cares too much about what people think of him, maybe - he overcompensates, goes too far in acting stupid, purposefully makes a fool of himself before people realize on their own what an idiot he is when he's trying not to be. But.
Again, it means a lot. To hear Foggy, of all people, think so highly of him. He raises his eyes at the question, and there's a lot less hesitation in his voice than there might have been a few minutes ago. ]
You want me to sit here justifying why I might want to mess around with you? Or, like, why I'm attracted to you? 'Cause, like, I could, but that's forty five minutes we could be spending in bed. So.
[ He flashes a bit of an awkward smile, looking down for a minute. Thinks through what he wants to say before he says it, for once. Lets out a sigh when he figures he should meet some of Foggy's honesty with his own. ]
I'm really fucking lonely, man. I just want to feel wanted. I'm not after... anything. I just want-- something? Does that make sense? I don't know.
[ He scratches at the back of his neck, then stands up, sudden and all too quickly. Like he's done with this and just wants to go. ]
Your place. [ Poe's Odin's neighbour. ] C'mon, get your shit. You gonna be good to drive or should we hire a cab and make out in the back all the way home?
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Man.
Man, screw that guy. Odin scrubs at his forehead to ease the headache that's starting to hit at his temples. He laughs, at least, when they're back on the topic of cartoon dicks, and he lowers his arms to the table to listen to everything Foggy says.
The compliments mean a lot. He's not sure if he believes them, but they make his heart skip and electricity hits his veins like the tide. He actually thinks he cares too much about what people think of him, maybe - he overcompensates, goes too far in acting stupid, purposefully makes a fool of himself before people realize on their own what an idiot he is when he's trying not to be. But.
Again, it means a lot. To hear Foggy, of all people, think so highly of him. He raises his eyes at the question, and there's a lot less hesitation in his voice than there might have been a few minutes ago. ]
You want me to sit here justifying why I might want to mess around with you? Or, like, why I'm attracted to you? 'Cause, like, I could, but that's forty five minutes we could be spending in bed. So.
[ He flashes a bit of an awkward smile, looking down for a minute. Thinks through what he wants to say before he says it, for once. Lets out a sigh when he figures he should meet some of Foggy's honesty with his own. ]
I'm really fucking lonely, man. I just want to feel wanted. I'm not after... anything. I just want-- something? Does that make sense? I don't know.
[ He scratches at the back of his neck, then stands up, sudden and all too quickly. Like he's done with this and just wants to go. ]
Your place. [ Poe's Odin's neighbour. ] C'mon, get your shit. You gonna be good to drive or should we hire a cab and make out in the back all the way home?