His code-brother gave a short, hard, startled grunt and listed to the side to keep them standing.
Clu blinked, considered, and hung on. He had acted with more force than he meant, coiled and desperate. Surprise and concern washed bright up the mains where they hadn't quite collided, where Clu was still tightly wrapped around him. Something else, too--was it worry? Curiosity? Maybe shock?
Too fuzzy, all jumbled with surprise, and he was still running on too much power.
For his part, Clu was sure of two things: he might be hurting the hacker, and he did not want to let go. Especially not when his code-brother patted his arm, pinned a little awkwardly by Clu's grip. After all, his code-brother hadn't been planning on going far, and he'd said he'd stay.
...Still.
"Don't go," Clu insisted, low, not quite growling, "At all. Stay here. It's nice here. Or, it, it can be."
Maybe if Clu weren't squeezing him so. As for the rest of it--Clu let out a tiny sigh.
"Please," a foreign word, slow with the energy and heavier with disuse, "here, sit."
Relinquishing his grip only to dance one arm around his code-brother's waist, underhand instead of the User shoulder-grab--more polite, because it avoided his disc dock, and yet more personal, a clinch of camraderie that thrummed with every offer except escape.
Sure fit their sides together nicely, though. Felt real good. Might be better if they were both on the bed.
Was he stalling? He was stalling, and it made him squint.
"You know," wry, "y'were reading me the riot act a bit ago, huh? Jarvis, Shaddox, Rinzler," pointed use of his new name, arch, "even...the old man--I--"
"I break as many as I fix. Results don't lie." Smiling, empty predator grin to hold his voice steady. "And I've wanted you a long. Time. Almost since I met you."
And before he could think twice about it, he patted the mattress with his free hand for emphasis.
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Clu blinked, considered, and hung on. He had acted with more force than he meant, coiled and desperate. Surprise and concern washed bright up the mains where they hadn't quite collided, where Clu was still tightly wrapped around him. Something else, too--was it worry? Curiosity? Maybe shock?
Too fuzzy, all jumbled with surprise, and he was still running on too much power.
For his part, Clu was sure of two things: he might be hurting the hacker, and he did not want to let go. Especially not when his code-brother patted his arm, pinned a little awkwardly by Clu's grip. After all, his code-brother hadn't been planning on going far, and he'd said he'd stay.
...Still.
"Don't go," Clu insisted, low, not quite growling, "At all. Stay here. It's nice here. Or, it, it can be."
Maybe if Clu weren't squeezing him so. As for the rest of it--Clu let out a tiny sigh.
"Please," a foreign word, slow with the energy and heavier with disuse, "here, sit."
Relinquishing his grip only to dance one arm around his code-brother's waist, underhand instead of the User shoulder-grab--more polite, because it avoided his disc dock, and yet more personal, a clinch of camraderie that thrummed with every offer except escape.
Sure fit their sides together nicely, though. Felt real good. Might be better if they were both on the bed.
Was he stalling? He was stalling, and it made him squint.
"You know," wry, "y'were reading me the riot act a bit ago, huh? Jarvis, Shaddox, Rinzler," pointed use of his new name, arch, "even...the old man--I--"
"I break as many as I fix. Results don't lie." Smiling, empty predator grin to hold his voice steady. "And I've wanted you a long. Time. Almost since I met you."
And before he could think twice about it, he patted the mattress with his free hand for emphasis.