Oh, good, [he says, still breathless but recovering.] 'Cause I think I just had a heart attack or threw out my knee.
[Both exaggerations that should sound familiar, because Juno is looking at Nureyev like he's everything. If he collapses right here, it's all worth it because he'd be dropping at Peter Nureyev's feet and he doesn't want to be anywhere else. He stands up straighter, trying to recover a few scraps of dignity (something he's also willing to sacrifice at the alter of Peter Nureyev's affection).
And then he reaches up to cradle Nureyev's face and he leans up--and pauses, just a few inches from the man's mouth (maybe more if he resists leaning down).]
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[Both exaggerations that should sound familiar, because Juno is looking at Nureyev like he's everything. If he collapses right here, it's all worth it because he'd be dropping at Peter Nureyev's feet and he doesn't want to be anywhere else. He stands up straighter, trying to recover a few scraps of dignity (something he's also willing to sacrifice at the alter of Peter Nureyev's affection).
And then he reaches up to cradle Nureyev's face and he leans up--and pauses, just a few inches from the man's mouth (maybe more if he resists leaning down).]
Can I kiss you? I really want to kiss you.