He wasn't expecting Essek to stop. The noise had been instinctive more than anything else, the touch reactive, and having Essek look at him now demanded too much of what they weren't talking about.
His mouth buzzed with the memory of that kiss, looking at Essek, and with the words of offering to share his components, and of a hundred things done and said, and unsaid, and all the things that Essek knew but would not say.
No wonder he didn't want to talk about that foolish kiss or that clumsy arrival. Why burden yourself with such things when you could unmast the complications. Now, there was this new wizard, or sorcer, or grisha, whatever he was, with his new magic, his darkness. Essek needed that.
Caleb hadn't stopped touching his elbow.
"Stay," he whispered. It was not what he had meant to say but it was the word that came out, like when they had read the books together. And then, what he had meant to say: "Don't let your curiosity get the better of you just yet."
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His mouth buzzed with the memory of that kiss, looking at Essek, and with the words of offering to share his components, and of a hundred things done and said, and unsaid, and all the things that Essek knew but would not say.
No wonder he didn't want to talk about that foolish kiss or that clumsy arrival. Why burden yourself with such things when you could unmast the complications. Now, there was this new wizard, or sorcer, or grisha, whatever he was, with his new magic, his darkness. Essek needed that.
Caleb hadn't stopped touching his elbow.
"Stay," he whispered. It was not what he had meant to say but it was the word that came out, like when they had read the books together. And then, what he had meant to say: "Don't let your curiosity get the better of you just yet."