Ohhhh, mmmhm, mhm. One totally forgets. [koby could stay out of the way, could flop on the bed and watch the neat fall of the attentive, dutiful steward’s hair into his eyes as he works, as he kneels. that alone could satisfy an active imagination for quite some time.

but – koby wants to be seen, wants to not just imagine silco kneeling in front of him, but sear himself into his memory indelibly, impossibly. so he’s right there, shorts and bared arms and bright eyes, crouching down directly next to the steward and staring at the wiring with rapt attention.]

Yeah, it’s pretty good. [casual, like he isn’t close enough that silco can probably smell the cloves and cherries on his breath.] Compliments to the chef and all that good shit. That’s not you, right? [deliberately dumb; he knows damn well what silco’s job is, but this gives him an excuse to tilt his head and bat his eyes like an idiot.]