[The mention of the haircut has Jon self-consciously thinking of the current state of his hair. It's grown out since Agnes' explosion enough to stick out at odd angles if he doesn't do something to tame it, but it's still just a little too short to pull back into a full ponytail. But that had been nice, as well. Letting Peter touch him, falling asleep on him...
Jon clears his throat.]
What? Oh. Um...
[He looks down at their clasped hands.]
Writing it down. If it's written, it won't hurt you. It's just anything verbal. You don't... there's no need for you to give it to me if you don't want to. [He desperately wants it, but he's trying to be good.] I'd appreciate it, though. I am... very curious. [When he returns his own gaze to Peter, there's something hungry in his own look, and the sense of being watched in this room intensifies for a moment.]
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Date: 2020-07-07 04:16 am (UTC)Jon clears his throat.]
What? Oh. Um...
[He looks down at their clasped hands.]
Writing it down. If it's written, it won't hurt you. It's just anything verbal. You don't... there's no need for you to give it to me if you don't want to. [He desperately wants it, but he's trying to be good.] I'd appreciate it, though. I am... very curious. [When he returns his own gaze to Peter, there's something hungry in his own look, and the sense of being watched in this room intensifies for a moment.]