[A towel, maybe– or perhaps a bucket of ice. Overheating's serious, you know! He'd do it because he cares, honest.
Man, is it tough keeping up this image of cool, controlled impassivity (in the face of Dorian's– well, everything) when he doesn't have his lenses blocking himself off like usual. He shakes his head and looks away, as if to make up for his missing safety net – but even that won't completely hide that faint almost-smile. There's banter... And then there's Dorian, apparently. They've just started, but he already feels like he's got to tap out.]
Wouldn't dream of making you prune. [A dismissive motion with one hand.] I think I'll survive like this.
[His smile and his tone slip a little.] Try not to look so happy about crash-landing on a tropical island, though. Even if your feet're the warmest they've been in a month.
[Always the buzzkill, Adam is. He may look the most relaxed Dorian's probably ever seen him (threat of arm-polishing aside) but you can't take the jungle out of the tiger. Or the pessimism out of the ex-cop, as the case may be.]
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Man, is it tough keeping up this image of cool, controlled impassivity (in the face of Dorian's– well, everything) when he doesn't have his lenses blocking himself off like usual. He shakes his head and looks away, as if to make up for his missing safety net – but even that won't completely hide that faint almost-smile. There's banter... And then there's Dorian, apparently. They've just started, but he already feels like he's got to tap out.]
Wouldn't dream of making you prune. [A dismissive motion with one hand.] I think I'll survive like this.
[His smile and his tone slip a little.] Try not to look so happy about crash-landing on a tropical island, though. Even if your feet're the warmest they've been in a month.
[Always the buzzkill, Adam is. He may look the most relaxed Dorian's probably ever seen him (threat of arm-polishing aside) but you can't take the jungle out of the tiger. Or the pessimism out of the ex-cop, as the case may be.]