Isaev touched so casually, Kassian thought. It was something Kassian had noticed earlier, and while most people seemed to touch more absently than Kassian ever had, they didn't touch him, which was the difference. His aloof manner was an invisible barrier, usually keeping them at arm's length, both socially and physically.
Isaev crossed that barrier as if it wasn't there, and every time, it surprised him.
...though it was not unwelcome.
Vitya had touched him like that, he recalled.
It begged parallels, ones he wasn't sure he wanted to make, but they were there anyway, just the same.
He should probably stop thinking about it. Especially while drunk. He looked around the room instead.
The Ocelots were dressed, for the most part, though most were swaying slightly on their feet, leaning against each other, companionable arms thrown over shoulders, backs rested against chests.
Most people touched like that, in friendship, all the time. Kassian so rarely had.
Maybe it meant nothing, then, and he made too much of such a simple thing.
Kassian saw that Isaev had made no move to get dressed yet, so he waited to see if he would. It seemed likely, since they weren't to be the ones on display, but he still didn't know how this worked. He kept half his attention on Isaev, waiting for some cue.
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Date: 2006-09-16 03:41 pm (UTC)Isaev crossed that barrier as if it wasn't there, and every time, it surprised him.
...though it was not unwelcome.
Vitya had touched him like that, he recalled.
It begged parallels, ones he wasn't sure he wanted to make, but they were there anyway, just the same.
He should probably stop thinking about it. Especially while drunk. He looked around the room instead.
The Ocelots were dressed, for the most part, though most were swaying slightly on their feet, leaning against each other, companionable arms thrown over shoulders, backs rested against chests.
Most people touched like that, in friendship, all the time. Kassian so rarely had.
Maybe it meant nothing, then, and he made too much of such a simple thing.
Kassian saw that Isaev had made no move to get dressed yet, so he waited to see if he would. It seemed likely, since they weren't to be the ones on display, but he still didn't know how this worked. He kept half his attention on Isaev, waiting for some cue.